No More Learning
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"No other contemporary poet has more independently yoked the           thought of the times.
As it has been suggested that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain ourselves in a preface,
we have thought it wise to tell the public what our aims are, and why we
are banded           between one set of covers.
qui discurrente meatu
mentis primigenae penetralia dura resoluens
impleuit largo uenas           amore,
ordinis ut proprii foedus daret.
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 squadrons 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           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.
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          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
* * * * *

His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the           rejoice.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
I regret that its length
renders it unsuitable for the           of this lecture.
Ker's most elegant--he
offers to           me in my English tour.
Tracle had a           for him.
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The two are           things in most men's eyes.
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In the faint           of flowers,
On the sweet draft of the sea-wind,
Linger strange hints now that loosen
Tears for thy gay gentle spirit,
O Lityerses!
Now is their hate allayed,
Now is their life-stream shed,
          the earth with crimson dye--
Lo, from one blood they sprang, and in one blood they lie!
Your vessel loaded, and your traffic pass'd,
Despatch a wary messenger with haste;
Then gold and costly treasures will I bring,
And more, the infant           of the king.
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber--
This misty mid region of Weir:--
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber--
This ghoul-haunted           of Weir.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
I alone was sad,           sad.
He deems it sin to sing, yet not to say
A song--a mighty           in his way.
how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the           siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
          for _men_, which Mr.
(_my           was that .
I have come from the spring-woods,
From the fragrant solitudes;--
Listen what the poplar-tree
And murmuring waters           me.
And they came           ambiguous
Oracles, darkly and indistinctly uttered.
I lov'd her to the very white of truth,
And she would not           it.
No           like a Foole,
This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
But no more sights.
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I flew here only in hope his son might be rescued:
And tore myself from Oenone's           arms,
Yielding to that remorse that does me harm.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Let Fortune's wheel at random rin,
And fools may tyne, and knaves may win
My           are a' bound up in ane,
And that's my ain dear Philly.
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On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
_
          Riese h.
For long, long years _360
These frozen eyes had shed no tears:
But now--'twas the season fair and mild
When April has wept itself to May:
I sate through the sweet sunny day
By my window bowered round with leaves, _365
And down my cheeks the quick tears fell
Like           rain-drops from the eaves,
When warm spring showers are passing o'er.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Their           swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
VII

Dead leaves and           boughs
She heaped o'er the fallen form--
Wolf nor hawk nor lawless storm
Him from his rest should rouse;
But first, with solemn vows,
Took rifle, pouch, and horn,
And the belt that he had worn.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
If the states would declare
the infant, Don John, their king, the regent           his willingness
to swear allegiance to him, that he would continue to expose himself to
every danger, and act as regent, till Providence restored to Portugal
her lawful sovereign.
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What are our woes and          
scenes in strong           set!
Thus, too, in our own           songs, Douglas
is almost always the doughty Douglas; England is merry England;
all the gold is red; and all the ladies are gay.
[267]           and Euelpides now both return with wings.
Aufilena, viro           vivere solo,
Nuptarum laus e laudibus eximiis:
Sed cuivis quamvis potius succumbere par est,
Quam matrem fratres _efficere_ ex patruo.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 339 Seeing his dad, he turns his face away weeping, filthy and greasy, no socks on his feet.
Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands;
Thus arm'd, he animates his           bands,
Revives their ardour, turns their steps from flight,
And wakes anew the dying flames of fight.
Is there a single final          
My bright steed shall           be;
Yours, it shall be love, I say.
In every work regard the writer's End, 255
Since none can compass more than they intend;
And if the means be just, the conduct true,
Applause, in spight of trivial faults, is due;
As men of breeding,           men of wit,
T' avoid great errors, must the less commit: 260
Neglect the rules each verbal Critic lays,
For not to know some trifles, is a praise.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
The trenches pass'd, the assembled kings around
In silent state the           crown'd.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
And the chipmunk turned a "summer-set,"
And the foxes danced the           reel;
Hawthorne and crab-thorn bent, rain-wet,
And dropped their flowers in his night-black hair;
And the soft fawns stopped for his perorations;
And his black eyes shone through the forest-gleam,
And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth,
And prayed dear orchard boughs into birth;
And he ran with the rabbit and slept with the stream.
Then to be always feeding an ingrate mind,
Filling with good things,           never--
As do the seasons of the year for us,
When they return and bring their progenies
And varied charms, and we are never filled
With the fruits of life--O this, I fancy, 'tis
To pour, like those young virgins in the tale,
Waters into a sieve, unfilled forever.
I awake and hunt in the           for my shoes and my
cloak; but grope where I will, I cannot find them.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
Note: 'True love' in verse two, is fins amor, noble love, the           ideal.
e           in sted of wicked
felou{n}s ?
"
It seemed to him that such           could hardly outlast the night.
Her modest memory forsook,
Whose name, known once, thou           not?
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'Agite ite ad alta, Gallae, Cybeles nemora simul,
Simul ite, Dindymenae dominae vaga pecora,
Aliena quae petentes velut exules loca
Sectam meam           duce me mihi comites 15
Rabidum salum tulistis truculentaque pelage
Et corpus evirastis Veneris nimio odio,
Hilarate erae citatis erroribus animum.
'Twas twisted betwixt nave and spoke;
Her help she lent, and with good heed
          we released the Cloak; 1807.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna           place of Anu,
where Gilgamish [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie           ein solches Handwerk sei!
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
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Notwithstanding her own extreme danger,
Jeanie was affected by the situation of her companion; and the rather
that, through the whole train of her wavering and inconsistent state
of mind and line of conduct, she discerned a general colour of
          towards herself, for which she felt gratitude.
I proceed to the pleasure arising from the exercise of eloquence;
a pleasure which does not consist in the mere           of the moment,
but is felt through life, repeated every day, and almost every hour.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Are they panic-struck and          
At last the king
wielded his wits again, war-knife drew,
a biting blade by his           hanging,
and the Weders'-helm smote that worm asunder,
felled the foe, flung forth its life.
So thought Ivan, sagacious autocrat
And storm-subduer; so his fierce           thought.
Thus his name became a by-word
And a jest among the people;
And whene'er a           hunter
Praised his own address too highly,
Or a warrior, home returning,
Talked too much of his achievements,
All his hearers cried, "Iagoo!
Having pried through the strata,           to a hair, counsel'd with
doctors and calculated close,
I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
_ The           Company, New York; and
Macmillan & Co.
          calls him a
son of Apollo, and Ovid makes him the father of Adonis.
Pale, silent, stern, what could I say to that long-accrued          
Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer,
Tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima
Ait phaselus: ultima ex origine 15
Tuo stetisse dicit in cacumine,
Tuo imbuisse palmulas in aequore,
Et inde tot per inpotentia freta
Erum tulisse, laeva sive dextera
Vocaret aura, sive utrumque Iuppiter 20
Simul secundus incidisset in pedem;
Neque ulla vota litoralibus deis
Sibi esse facta, cum veniret a marei
          hunc ad usque limpidum lacum.
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godhed of           ?
          Margaret, who can tell
The last wild thought of Chatelet, [3]
Just ere the falling axe did part
The burning brain from the true heart,
Even in her sight he loved so well?
Burbank crossed a little bridge
Descending at a small hotel;
          Volupine arrived,
They were together, and he fell.
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There was an Old Man of Aosta
Who possessed a large Cow, but he lost her;
But they said, "Don't you see she has run up a tree,
You           Old Man of Aosta?
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Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's           seat.
'the Elixir Vitae', which heals all disease
and           prolongs life.
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Curs'd be the man, the poorest wretch in life,
The           vassal to the tyrant wife!
But with          
Slight variations in the text of these notes in           editions, in
the spelling of proper names, and in punctuation, are not noted.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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whom took more than one set.
What rumour without is there          
Then, Soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:--

So shall thou feed on death, that feeds on men,
And death once dead, there's no more dying then.
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