No More Learning
There sits my mother on a stone,
The sight on my brain is          
'
haec Pan Maenalia pueros in ualle docebat,
sparsas donec ouis campo conducere in unum
nox iubet,           suadens siccare fluorem
lactis et in niueas astrictum cogere glebas.
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have in English of the purely           poem_.
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the           sing.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
I cling to your knees          
As if the beauty and           of the
demonstrable must fall behind that of the mythical!
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
See, vast           spaces;
As in a dream, they change, they swiftly fill;
Countless masses debouch upon them;
They are now covered with the foremost people, arts, institutions, known.
In general
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So each, lest she should speak before
The other,           slow and long
Till the god lost all patience, held her tongue.
'Gainst her own breast her sword Germania turns,
Through all her states           rancour burns;[440]
Some, blindly wand'ring, holy faith disclaim,[441]
And, fierce through all, wild rages civil flame.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
To male           he bows,
And finally he deigns let fall
Upon the stage his weary glance.
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Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
Therefore I came back here;--I scarce know why,
But now that women are to me not only
The sacred friends of hidden Awe, not only
Mistresses of the world's unseen foison,
Ay, and not only ease for throbbing groins,
But things mine eyes enjoy as mine ears take songs,
Vision that beats a timbrel in my blood,
Dreams for my sleeping sight, that move aired round
With wonder, as           covers a hearth,--
It seems I must be fighting for them, must
Run through some danger to them now before
Delighting in them.
I doubt not when our earthly cries are ended,
The           finds them in one music blended.
I see little and large sea-dots, some inhabited, some uninhabited;
I see two boats with nets, lying off the shore of Paumanok, quite still;
I see ten fishermen waiting--they discover now a thick school of
mossbonkers--they drop the joined sein-ends in the water,
The boats separate--they diverge and row off, each on its rounding course
to the beach,           the mossbonkers;
The net is drawn in by a windlass by those who stop ashore,
Some of the fishermen lounge in their boats--others stand negligently
ankle-deep in the water, poised on strong legs;
The boats are partly drawn up--the water slaps against them;
On the sand, in heaps and winrows, well out from the water, lie the green-
backed spotted mossbonkers.
You who           me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
That's why           as my companion in bed makes me happy:

Loving she always remains faithful, as I am to her.
_

         
nāt = ne + wāt, _I know not_: 1)           with hwylc, indef.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
or what crueller sight met me in our city's          
With blade that ne'er spared Judas 'midst free          
Is the east
Afraid to trust the morn
With her fastidious          
Thou shalt visit him again
To watch his heart grow cold;
To know the gnawing pain
I knew of old;
To see one much more fair
Fill up the vacant chair,
Fill his heart, his           bear:--
While thou and I together 60
In the outcast weather
Toss and howl and spin.
is the Tree of the           of Good and
of Evil .
I hear them tuning          
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
"


The           falls on castle-walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the application of its laws and           to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
One of that           and centrifugal gang I turn and talk like
man leaving charges before a journey.
Nod the cloud-piercing pines their           heads, 1815.
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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.
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
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If once right reason drives that cloud away,
Truth breaks upon us with           day.
Now, when the lords and barons of the realm
Perceiv'd           did lean to him,
The more and less came in with cap and knee;
Met him on boroughs, cities, villages,
Attended him on bridges, stood in lanes,
Laid gifts before him, proffer'd him their oaths,
Give him their heirs as pages, followed him
Even at the heels in golden multitudes.
And all beside the river's winding bed
Fresh flowers in gay confusion deck'd the mead,
          the sod with every scent and hue
That Flora's breath affords, or drinks the morning dew,
And many a solemn bower, with welcome shade,
Over the dusky stream a shelter made.
The Conquest of Summer
THE blue-toned           and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
To skies that knit their           right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
Themselves they could not save.
The rest in haste forsook the           shore,
Or, the charm tasted, had return'd no more.
Criseyde also, right in the same wyse,
Of Troilus gan in hir herte shette
His worthinesse, his lust, his dedes wyse, 1550
His gentilesse, and how she with him mette,
Thonkinge love he so wel hir bisette;
          eft to have hir herte dere
In swich a plyt, she dorste make him chere.
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Yea, if through all the world in finite tale
Be tossed the procreant bodies of one thing,
Whence, then, and where in what mode, by what power,
Shall they to meeting come together there,
In such vast ocean of matter and tumult          
WAGNER:
Berufe nicht die           Schar,
Die stromend sich im Dunstkreis uberbreitet,
Dem Menschen tausendfaltige Gefahr,
Von allen Enden her, bereitet.
For as the nature of breathing creatures wastes,
Losing its body, when           of food:
So all things have to be dissolved as soon
As matter, diverted by what means soever
From off its course, shall fail to be on hand.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
There is nothing           in the diagnosis.
How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
--so the
          passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
Let generous food           of strength produce,
Let rising spirits flow from sprightly juice,
Let their warm heads with scenes of battle glow,
And pour new furies on the feebler foe.
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected          
          R et sic sed
addito _al.
Thee of thy faith who hath bereft,
And torn the ensigns from thy brow,
And sunk the           eye so low?
COROMANDEL FISHERS

Rise, brothers, rise, the           skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Dignity and
moral conquest lies, for the conquered, in the           to recognize the
truth and look upon the inevitable undismayed.
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
I fear, I fear
What they may be
That secretly bind her:
What hand holds the reins
Of those           forces
That govern her courses.
`If it be so that ye so cruel be,
That of his deeth yow liste nought to recche,
That is so trewe and worthy, as ye see,
No more than of a Iapere or a wrecche, 340
If ye be swich, your beautee may not strecche
To make amendes of so cruel a dede;
          is good bifore the nede.
Haply
they might have been permitted, by way of mortification, to take some
few sculpins (those banes of the salt-water angler), which           fish
would, moreover, have conveyed to them a symbolical reproof for their
breach of the day, being known in the rude dialect of our mariners as
_Cape Cod Clergymen_.
          ere long was the church with men.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
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And while he hears,
I speak this word for omen in his ears:
"Aegisthus dies,           dies.
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Since a god was only introduced at a critical moment to help
the distressed hero, the phrase, "deus ex machina," came to mean a god
who           aid.
Also the blossoms on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color,

          the fruit when it's ripe pleases both mankind and gods.
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NO sooner in a house the urchin gets,
But rules and laws he at           sets;
The place of reason whim at once assumes,
Breaks ev'ry obstacle, frets, rages, fumes.
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There was an old person of Woking,
Whose mind was perverse and provoking;
He sate on a rail, with his head in a pail,
That           old person of Woking.
The older faces still are here,
More grave and true and kind,
Ennobled by the           toil
Of patient heart and mind.
Wide o'er the decks the spreading sails they throw;
From each tall mast the waving           flow;
All seems a festive holiday on board
To welcome to the fleet the island's lord.
The moving Moon went up the sky,
And no where did abide:
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside--

Her beams           the sultry main,
Like April hoar-frost spread;
But where the ship's huge shadow lay,
The charmed water burnt alway
A still and awful red.
This is only less absurd, than to prefer the
groping style and thoughts of a modern pedant, usually a German as
well, to the clear words of an old writer, who may be the sole remaining
authority for the statements we presume to question; or for those
very facts, upon which our           depend.
'

Meanwhile Dawn had raised her           light on weary men, bringing back
task and toil: now lord Aeneas, how Tarchon, have built the pyres on the
winding shore.
Sages their solemn een may steek,
An' raise a           reek,
An' physically causes seek,
In clime an' season;
But tell me whisky's name in Greek
I'll tell the reason.
Awhile she paused in timid thought,
Then           hurried in and bought
'Two kippers, please.
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And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
Fame is the only           that endures.
I remarked before that in proportion to the poetical talent
would be the justice of a           upon poetry.
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
"

The herald to his hand the charge conveys,
Not fond of flattery, nor           with praise.
And with one blow that pagan           falls;
The soul of him Satan away hath borne.
shame they embracd not
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The clashing waters were cleansed now,
waste of waves, where the           fiend
her life-days left and this lapsing world.
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Oh my love, from a land afar,

My whole heart aches for you;

No cure can I find, for this no

Help but your call, I vow,

With love's pangs sweetest by far,

In a curtained room or meadow,

Where I and the loved           are.
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And though thou never yet, y-wis,
Agiltest man no more but this,
(Take not a-greef) it were worthy
To putte thee out of this baily,
And           in prison lye, 7575
And fettre thee til that thou dye;
For thou shalt for this sinne dwelle
Right in the devils ers of helle,
But-if that thou repente thee.
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