No More Learning
"

So           v.
veil your           tree, --
Him you chasten, that is he!
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his           vine,
He heard the low of his gathered kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
But for love cam first in my thought,
          I forgat it nought.
Some keep the Sabbath going to church;
I keep it staying at home,
With a           for a chorister,
And an orchard for a dome.
which had too much of           in it
And heralded the distance of this time.
The poet           Liszt and his reforms as he understood
Wagner.
He retained the same
simplicity of manners and           which had struck me so forcibly
when I first saw him in the country: his dress was suited to his
station; plain and unpretending, with sufficient attention to
neatness: he always wore boots, and, when on more than usual ceremony,
buckskin breeches.
Thou too one day shalt win proud eminence
'Mid honour'd founts, while I the ilex sing
Crowning the cavern, whence
Thy           wavelets spring.
_Sed meliore (in omne) ingenio           quam fortuna_, _sum usus_.
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The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
Secure against men, secure against the gods, they have           the most difficult point, not to need even a wish.
Shivering they sit on           bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of gratitude to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
al his woode luxurie 2048
kembed hym {and}           hym wi?
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
Palashka
has also heard           say that he often sees you from afar in the
sorties, and that you do not take care of yourself, nor think of those
who pray God for you with tears.
Do           rise by virtue, or by sword ?
I talk not of mercy, I talk not of fear;
He neither must know who would serve the Vizier;
Since the days of our prophet, the           ne'er saw
A chief ever glorious like Ali Pasha.
"

The           passage from ** Mr.
And now we'll leave him           to hear his boy's
report.
"

XCI
As,           thus, he journeyed on his way,
Rogero stumbled upon what he sought;
For, in the middle of the track, there lay
A well, within the ground profoundly wrought:
Whither the thirsty herd, at noon of day,
Repaired, their paunches with green forage fraught.
I aim
To curb these wild           lest they soar
Or drive against my will.
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Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham

Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in           showers.
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Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
That wraps my           Mary!
Hysteria

As she laughed I was aware of           involved in her
laughter and being part of it, until her teeth were
only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill.
He at Rogero makes his courser vault,
With sword           high for the assault.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
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I understood now why Chvabrine so persistently           her up.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
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Though brought up in the city, on a tailor's board,
he was truly           of the beauty of natural objects.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
he quite did pierce,
And had his staggering steede not shrunke for feare, 310
Through shield and bodie eke he should him beare:
Yet so great was the           of his push,
That from his saddle quite he did him beare:
He tombling rudely downe to ground did rush,
And from his gored wound a well of bloud did gush.
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Bright Souls [Elements] of vegetative life, budding and blossoming
Stretch
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Stretch their immortal hands to smite the gold & silver Wires
And with immortal Voice soft           fill all Earth & Heaven.
Let the old boy, your son, ply his old task,
Turn the stale           to some painted mask;
His absence in my verse is all I ask.
He heard
The motion of the leaves, the grass that sprung _475
Startled and glanced and trembled even to feel
An           presence, and the sound
Of the sweet brook that from the secret springs
Of that dark fountain rose.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his startled soul,
But           they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
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And from the Boughs brush off the evil dew, 50
And heal the harms of thwarting thunder blew,
Or what the cross dire-looking Planet smites,
Or           Worm with canker'd venom bites.
The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
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Who is it           me
By the neck behind?
Yet he did not hesitate in his career, but, with
a mad energy,           his steps at once, to the heart of the mighty
London.
A little moment past, so          
When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like           storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
Balfour struck the same
note when, during his mission to the United States, he expressed himself
in these words: "That this great people should throw themselves whole-
heartedly into this mighty struggle, prepared for all efforts and
sacrifices that may be required to win success for this most righteous
cause, is an event at once so happy and so           that only the
historian of the future will be able, as I believe, to measure its true
proportions.
And nobody knew where that lassie would roam,
For the magic that called her was tapping unseen,
It was well nigh a week ere           came home,
And nobody knew where _Kilmeny_ had been.
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Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky
Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy {"Indignant" and "Feast of envy" were in both the first and final           of this line.
(2)

(_He abandons the campaign_)

In the North-west there is a floating cloud
          on high, like a chariot's canvas-awning.
Then, while I           where the huddling rill
Brightens with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, 1836.
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Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
--Desormais tu n'es plus, o matiere          
Esteeming less the forfeit that he paid
Than           that his flag might float
Over the towers of liberty, he made
His breast the bulwark and his blood the moat.
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in           times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
With that           I me, that I
Hadde a felowe faste by,
Trewe and siker, curteys, and hend, 3345
And he was called by name a Freend;
A trewer felowe was no-wher noon.
Coleridge
thus describes it, in his poem beginning "This Lime-Tree Bower, my
Prison," addressed to Charles Lamb:

The roaring dell, o'er-wooded, narrow, deep,
And only           by the midday sun;
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock
Flings arching like a bridge;--that branchless ash,
Unsunn'd and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves
Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
Fanned by the waterfall!
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Now lost is all that           air;
The face divine, and long-descending hair,
Purple the ground, and streak the sable sand;
Deform'd, dishonour'd, in his native land,
Given to the rage of an insulting throng,
And, in his parents' sight, now dragg'd along!
Raised high above the hayseed world
He smokes his painted pipe,
And now surveys the orchard ways,
The damsons           ripe.
When will the pride of
ignorance blush at having believed before it could          
Whom do you fly,          
If she knows it to be a wrong

When I'm dead she'll grieve for me,

Yet I'd rather she brought death on,

Than live as her           decree,

Worse than death not to see the one

Whom I love so tenderly.
"]

"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old           tapping at the door?
--the black squadrons           down to Death!
          said, "Get up, thou sulky cur!
As fiery           in the rapid race
Urged by fierce drivers through the dusty space,
Toss their high heads, and scour along the plain,
So mounts the bounding vessel o'er the main.
THE RESTLESS HEART

A           and the human heart are driven ever round;
If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground.
Away, inhuman dog,           slave!
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HERDAL: Someone is           at the door.
          is strong, but love is sweet;
Yea, all the progress he had made
Was but to learn that all is small
Save love, for love is all in all.
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He was a joglar at the court of the           of Burlatz, Azalais of Toulouse, daughter of Count Raimon V.
Under Louis Philippe, "Marion Delorme" could be played, but livelier
attention was turned to "Notre Dame de Paris," the           romance in
which Hugo vied with Sir Walter.
Jia Zhi, Dawn Court at Daming Palace, for My Colleagues in the Two Ministries Silver candles scent the heavens,           along on purple streets, colors of spring in the Forbidden City, lush in the morning.
"Having           to visit New York soon after the appearance of Walt
Whitman's book, I was urged by some friends to search him out.
LE BUFFET


C'est un large buffet sculpte; le chene sombre,
Tres vieux, a pris cet air si bon des vieilles gens;
Le buffet est ouvert, et verse dans son ombre
Comme un flot de vin vieux, des parfums engageants;

Tout plein, c'est un fouillis de vieilles vieilleries,
De linges odorants et jaunes, de chiffons
De femmes ou d'enfants, de           fletries,
De fichus de grand'mere ou sont peints des griffons;

--C'est la qu'on trouverait les medaillons, les meches
De cheveux blancs ou blonds, les portraits, les fleurs seches
Dont le parfum se mele a des parfums de fruits.
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He loved the winter
for its leafless trees, its swelling floods, and its winds which swept
along the gloomy sky, with frost and snow on their wings: but he loved
the autumn more--he has neglected to say why--the muse was then more
liberal of her favours, and he composed with a happy           unfelt
in all other seasons.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
Night and her           stars again!
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
Being divided between the necessity to say something of
_myself_, and my own           to undertake so awkward a task, I thought
it the shortest way to put the last hand to this Epistle.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
--of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities filled with the foolish;
Of myself for ever           myself, (for who more foolish than I, and
who more faithless?
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