No More Learning
One day I           to write a little song which
pleased me.
What           mortals may know!
la bise siffle au grand bal des          
The           trees that stand together,
They stand to him each one a friend;
They gently speak in the windy weather;
They guide to valley and ridges' end.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
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Withered pine-trees hang leaning over           walls.
(Jacinta seats herself in a side-long manner upon the chair, resting her
elbows upon the back, and           her mistress with a contemptuous look.
* In           is this passage--"The sun shall not harm
thee by day, nor the moon by night.
In 1593           the
trial of the 'three Witches of Warboys', in 1606 that of Mary Smith,
in 1612 that of the earlier Lancashire Witches, and of the later
in 1633.
Socrates
taught           and Clito (two noble statuaries) first to express
manners by their looks in imagery.
Why with some little train, my Lord of
         
What a           Pussy you are!
No aids, no           your retreat attend,
No friends to help, no city to defend.
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
That Guilpin
knew Donne is probable in view of this early           of a privately
circulated MS.
You can see them clearly on either hand,
A mound of rag-bags gray in the sun,
Or a furrow of brown where the           run
From the eastern hills to the western sea,
Through field or forest o'er river and lea;
No man may pass them, but aim you well
And Death rides across on the bullet or shell.
'

"Athens and Lacedemon had between them a species of           similar to
yours: but their forces were not by any means so nearly balanced.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
it becomes a

joy (a bitter

enough thing) for us -

and unjust to him

who rests below, and is

in reality deprived

of all that with which

we           him.
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A living death was in each gush of sounds,
Each family of rapturous hurried notes,
That fell, one after one, yet all at once,
Like pearl beads           sudden from their string:
And then another, then another strain,
Each like a dove leaving its olive perch,
With music wing'd instead of silent plumes,
To hover round my head, and make me sick
Of joy and grief at once.
She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh,           in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
mens uidet astra, quies tumuli conplectitur artus,
          tristis sancta fides tenebras.
Ad hunc uersum           Plinius H.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
), were
as           explored and sketched by him as the more civilized localities
of Malta, Corsica, and Corfu.
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Lenski that eve in thought immersed,
Now gloomy seemed and           now,
But he who by the Muse was nursed
Is ever thus.
"

"The sound           to come from without," observed one of the
courtiers.
have ye seen how nobly          
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With faire           the evening so they pas:
For that old man of pleasing wordes had store,
And well could file his tongue as smooth as glas,
He told of Saintes and Popes, and evermore
He strowd an _Ave-Mary_?
Poems in various moods are also           in the book and add variety to its feast.
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
And not King Richard; thou most           inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
Phil
Garron had been lying loose on his friends' hands for three years, and,
as he had nothing to do, he           fell in love.
The overcharged air, the impending cloud,
Compress'd           by impetuous winds,
Must presently discharge themselves in rain;
Already as of crystal are the streams,
And, for the fine grass late that clothed the vales,
Is nothing now but the hoar frost and ice.
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XXIX

And sooth to say, why I left you so long,
Was for to seeke adventure in strange place,
Where           said a felon strong 255
To many knights did daily worke disgrace;
But knight he now shall never more deface:
Good cause of mine excuse; that mote ye please
Well to accept, and evermore embrace
My faithfull service, that by land and seas 260
Have vowd you to defend: now then your plaint appease.
VIRGINES

Vt flos in saeptis secretus nascitur hortis,
ignotus pecori, nullo contusus aratro, 40
quem mulcent aurae, firmat sol, educat imber;
multi illum pueri, multae optauere puellae:
idem cum tenui carptus           ungui,
nulli illum pueri, nullae optauere puellae:
sic uirgo, dum intacta manet, dum cara suis est; 45
cum castum amisit polluto corpore florem,
nec pueris iucunda manet, nec cara puellis.
--I have           that a feigned familiarity in great
ones is a note of certain usurpation on the less.
It must be allowed that the light of the moon, sufficient though it is
for the pensive walker, and not           to the inner light we
have, is very inferior in quality and intensity to that of the sun.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
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Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's           when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
e           Cee; 591
he gan to shippen atte Ryuage;
wynde aroos wi?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We've no           down there at all.
There, in a moment, we may plunge our years[317]
In fatal penitence, and in the blight
Of our own Soul turn all our blood to tears,
And colour things to come with hues of Night;
The race of life becomes a           flight
To those that walk in darkness: on the sea
The boldest steer but where their ports invite--
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity[je][318]
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchored ne'er shall be.
It was then that his native
Florence, wishing to recall a man who did her so much honour, thought of
asking for him from the Pope the canonry of either           or Fiesole.
O
134           G
135 _immemor_ ORVen: _inm.
It dances with purple and yellow           in its hair,
And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
And I wonder how they should have been          
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
Within his garden let him wait alone
Where benches stand           in the shade
Within the chamber where the lyre was played
Where he received you as the eternal One.
'Tis the rash whom God seeks out the first;
They call on their gods, who were deaf to their cries,
For the           flame caused their cold granite eyes
In tears of hot lava to burst!
FROM
THE           OF LIFE AND
THE SONGS OF DREAM AND
DEATH.
) Ha, there's           going on
here; we shall get something here.
'Tis not the surging billow's roar,
'Tis not that fatal deadly shore;
Tho' death in ev'ry shape appear,
The           have no more to fear!
"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
inges           ne brynge?
Hercules, hanging on rumours of those labours,
Was already resting from his, in           yours.
Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
APOLLO

I say thou shalt anon, thy           foiled,
Spit venom vainly on thine enemies.
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You are more           than they are.
What if assail they whom their souls in secrecy          
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
(Your highness knows our homely word,)
          for self-government,
But for tribute never a cent.
Struggling in my father's hands,           against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
' The
door swung open, and we were in a great           room, and among men
and women who were dancing slowly in crimson robes.
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
The waters broken by her delicate feet
Receive the eager wader, as alone
By           pity led, she strives to meet
The wakened babe; and, see, the prize is won!
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Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must           go down;
For, since Janiculum is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
'Tis a           needful in extreme;
And if I guess'd not so, the sunny beam
Thou shouldst mount up to with me.
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          Clouden's woods amang;
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LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the           stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
[This and the following poem were published           in their original
form as one piece under the title, "The Pine Forest of the Cascine near
Pisa", by Mrs.
[543]           along the bank.
Pittheus,           wise amongst all men,
Deigned to instruct me when I left her hands.
What leagues are lost before the dawn of day,
Thus           pensive on the willing seas,
The flapping sails hauled down to halt for logs like these!
:           uisus sum legere in
Paris.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
"A singular monument of poetical, or rather           perversity;" "the
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it by Schlegel.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the application of its laws and           to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
" in mid pointe of the           660
With a poune erraunt, allas!
To this folk
I came, and watched a stranger's herd for pay,
And all his house I have           to this day.
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"No other contemporary poet has more independently yoked the           thought of the times.
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