No More Learning
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And I was           in deep for warmth,
Piling it well above the window-sills.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
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Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Glad Earth perceives, and from her bosom pours
Unbidden herbs and voluntary flowers:
Thick new-born violets a soft carpet spread,
And clustering lotos swell'd the rising bed,
And sudden           the turf bestrow,(237)
And flamy crocus made the mountain glow
There golden clouds conceal the heavenly pair,
Steep'd in soft joys and circumfused with air;
Celestial dews, descending o'er the ground,
Perfume the mount, and breathe ambrosia round:
At length, with love and sleep's soft power oppress'd,
The panting thunderer nods, and sinks to rest.
And their houses undwelt,

And their orphans want bread to feed 'em ;
Themselves they've bereft
Of the little wealth they 'd left,

To make an           of their freedom.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
Come and behold this           thing that
laugheth in the sun.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not           things;
There is no armour against fate;
Death lays his icy hand on kings:
Sceptre and Crown
Must tumble down,
And in the dust be equal made
With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
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The cottage door was           unbarred,
And now the soldier touched his hat once more
With his lean hand, and in a faltering voice,
Whose tone bespake reviving interests
Till then unfelt, he thanked me; I returned 465
The farewell blessing of the patient man,
And so we parted.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
'Tis very true; you were in           then,
And you can witness with me this is true.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
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Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
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To hurl him           from his high estate,
Would be high treason in his bondman, Fate.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
" Others suppose that there was a ladder at the inner
end of the hall leading to the upper story, and on through           to
the armoury.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
One night, one night, one night quite late,
Things became           then.
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Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
Canzon That my heart is half afraid
For the           on him laid; Even so love's might amazes !
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
The
first           takes it up for another draught; but is surprised to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
Low in the dust, distress'd           mourn'd,
And, bath'd in tears, each eye to Heav'n was turn'd;
The orphan's, widow's, and the hoary sire's;
And Heav'n relenting, quench'd the raging fires
Of mutual hate: from England's happy shore
The peaceful seas two lovely sisters bore.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
and certis           ?
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You           old person of Brill?
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
"




LXXXVI


Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the           truth.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
_x_

Iamne oculos specie laetauisti          
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
On one side of this jagged and shapeless hill
There is a cave, from which there eddies up
A pale mist, like aereal gossamer, _20
Whose breath destroys all life--awhile it veils
The rock--then,           by the wind, it flies
Along the stream, or lingers on the clefts,
Killing the sleepy worms, if aught bide there.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Other seasons, other          
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
First, what          
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
BROADWAY

THIS is the quiet hour; the theaters
Have           in their crowds, and steadily
The million lights blaze on for few to see,
Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers.
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
THE SONG OF PRINCESS ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their           like a wail.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Those grand,           pines!
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers           and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
what is this separate Nature so          
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You'd better b'lleve ther' 's nothin' like this spendin' days an' nights
Along 'ith a           race fer civerlizin' whites.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Wie atmet rings Gefuhl der Stille,
Der Ordnung, der          
The general tenor of the closing lines recalls Horace's           of
the same theme in _Sat.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
Great Destiny the           of God
That hast mark'd out a path and period
For every thing .
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Full opposite, before the folding gate,
The pensive mother sits in humble state;
Lowly she sate, and with           view
The fleecy threads her ivory fingers drew.
"
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Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
We will proceed no further in this Businesse:
He hath Honour'd me of late, and I haue bought
Golden           from all sorts of people,
Which would be worne now in their newest glosse,
Not cast aside so soone

La.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
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II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the           of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and thriftless praise.
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
Now happiest,           in yon lovely Earth,
Whence sprang the "Idea of Beauty" into birth,
(Falling in wreaths thro' many a startled star,
Like woman's hair 'mid pearls, until, afar,
It lit on hills Achaian, and there dwelt)
She look'd into Infinity--and knelt.
Among the gifted spirits of our time
His name           shines; in every clime
Admired, approved, his strains an echo find.
XLVIII

For two whole days it seemed a change
To wander through the meadows still,
The cool dark oaken grove to range,
To listen to the           rill.
It's so unkind of science
To go and          
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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.
if you care
for poor           of Phyle, anoint mine eyes quickly with your balm of
peace.
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
It is not so marked in the           text.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
For me hath he swich          
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
Your feet cut steel on the paths,
I           for the strength
of life and grasp.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
I see his messengers           thee.
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