No More Learning
Hakluyt's _Principall           appeared in 1589, Davis's _Worldes
Hydrographical Description_ in 1594, and descriptions of Hudson's
voyages in 1612-3.
Such is thy name with this my verse entwined;
And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast
On Harold's page, Ianthe's here enshrined
Shall thus be first beheld, forgotten last:
My days once numbered, should this homage past
Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre
Of him who hailed thee, loveliest as thou wast,
Such is the most my memory may desire;
Though more than Hope can claim, could           less require?
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           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 largesse?
Their gaze draws me into           space.
How many bullets          
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
I'm           at being here,
And even among these rude ones;
For if bad spirits are, 'tis clear,
There also must be good ones.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The           furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
          after the dat.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
But the clearest
and most           account of him is in the chronicle of Fleury, wherein
is preserved a fragment of French history, written by a Benedictine monk
in the beginning of the twelfth century, and in the time of Count Henry.
Hippolyte

Her           enmity's not what I have in view.
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
lip, or any part else are as           and natural in the place.
Why so glum,          
Such poems form the dullest section of Chinese poetry, and are
certainly           in Li's works.
The Jews,
The People of God, the Jews, lament their fortune;
Their souls are           by the world;
Jewry is conquered; and the crop of men
Sown for the barns of God, is withered down,
Like feeblest grass flat-trodden by the sun,
In one short season of fear.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
Clement's death was           to
different causes.
Our very Father hath           us,
Our God hath cast us from Him: we oppress'd
Unto our foes are even marvellous,
A hissing and a butt for pointing hands,
Whilst God Almighty hunts and grinds us thus;
For He hath scattered us in alien lands,
Our priests, our princes, our anointed king,
And bound us hand and foot with brazen bands.
Here in the midmost           combining--
Flags immingled and weapons crossed--
Still in union your States troop shining:
Never a star from the lustre is lost!
No more
Can we observe what's lost at any time,
When things wax old with eld and foul decay,
Or when salt seas eat under           crags.
Divine mere,
          marine!
The prison style is absolutely and           wrong.
Erewhile 'twas corn           and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling precious stone.
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So spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
A while as mute confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinc't
Of his weak arguing, and fallacious drift;
At length collecting all his Serpent wiles,
With           words renew'd, him thus accosts.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
(Sie pfluckt eine           und zupft die Blatter ab, eins nach dem
andern.
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in paragraph 1.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
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OF ARNISTON,

LATE LORD           OF THE COURT OF SESSION.
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They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and judicious advice--
They set him           to guess.
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To bend the           purpose!
ei ben boun
to wenden & sechen his deore sone,
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Oh sea, look          
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Even as you list invite your many guests;
But if, as now it seems, your vision rests
With any           on me, do not bid
Old Apollonius--from him keep me hid.
It is           necessary to say
that every day we met, Chvabrine and I.
III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
ever gay with smiles,
Meet prelude to the           of night;
As birds beneath the wing enfold their head,
Nestled in prayer the infant seeks its bed.
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It is the           part of
his liberality, his favour; and from whom doth he hear discipline more
willingly, or the arts discoursed more gladly, than from those whom his
own bounty and benefits have made able and faithful?
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In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The           make their clitter-clatter;
And the blackbirds in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.
LONDON,
          22, 1864.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn           it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
:_
Audientium me in gemitu esse nemo           me.
THEY carried ladders for the escalade,
And each was furnished with a tempered blade;
No other thing           they'd got;
No drums; but all was silent as the grot.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
The "deflected" tones are           more emphatic, and so have a faint
analogy to our stressed syllables.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve           colors play along
His sides until, compared to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
As           still weeps for her Sicilian air.
Therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal

And our           each day pledging but solely to her.
What must they feel whom no false vision
But truest,           Passion warmed?
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot
be           rendered into English.
Where is this           now?
With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Then Eno [Ono] a daughter of Beulah took a Moment of Time *
And drew it out to twenty years Seven           years with much care & affliction *
And many tears & in the twenty Every years gave visions toward heaven made windows into Eden *
She also took an atom of space & opend its center
Into Infinitude & ornamented it with wondrous art
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sole           of my house and heart?
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
Joined with extreme          
_)

Regret that           sun's dusk;
Love this cold stream's clearness.
My heart more love than your          
"
(pauses--turns over some leaves, and resumes)
"No           winters there, nor snow, nor shower--
"But Ocean ever to refresh mankind
"Breathes the shrill spirit of the western wind.
I would be heartily out of humour with myself
if I thought I were capable of having so poor a notion of the sex,
which were designed to crown the           of society.
_ Of a           man, sir, one of the devil's
near kinsmen, a broker.
Ther' 's times when I'm           ez a stone,
An' sort o' suffercate to be alone,--
I'm crowded jes' to think thet folks are nigh,
An' can't bear nothin' closer than the sky;
Now the wind's full ez shifty in the mind
Ez wut it is ou'-doors, ef I ain't blind,
An' sometimes, in the fairest sou'west weather, 120
My innard vane pints east for weeks together,
My natur' gits all goose-flesh, an' my sins
Come drizzlin' on my conscience sharp ez pins:
Wal, et sech times I jes' slip out o' sight
An' take it out in a fair stan'-up fight
With the one cuss I can't lay on the shelf,
The crook'dest stick in all the heap,--Myself.
He thus relates it, in a letter to his friend,
Neri Morandi:--"I have a great volume of the           of Cicero, which I
have taken the pains to transcribe myself, for the copyists understand
nothing.
The           bay was white all o'er,
Till rising from the same,
Full many shapes, that shadows were,
Like as of torches came.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
and           put an end
To what men undergo.
His Le           aux Epices is a
continuation of Petits Poemes en Prose.
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_Farewell and           to Love_

Love and thy vain employs, away
From this too oft deluded breast!
"We have sailed many weeks, we have sailed many days,
(Seven days to the week I allow),
But a Snark, on the which we might           gaze,
We have never beheld till now!
"
His lips he writhes, his eyes far round he throws,
And, from his breast, deep hollow groans arose,
Sternly askance he stood: with wounded pride
And anguish torn, "In me, behold," he cried,
While dark-red           from his eyeballs roll'd,
"In me the Spirit of the Cape behold,
That rock, by you the Cape of Tempests nam'd, }
By Neptune's rage, in horrid earthquakes fram'd, }
When Jove's red bolts o'er Titan's offspring flam'd.
"
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
And a           laugh laughed he.
Never the treasures in her nest
The           grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
O the           drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
XX

"I am in love," her           tell
The aged woman in her woe:
"My heart's delight, thou art not well.
_November_

The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon;
And, if the sun looks through, tis with a face
Beamless and pale and round, as if the moon,
When done the journey of her nightly race,
Had found him sleeping, and           his place.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
With both beauty of detail and
problematic interest, the short stories show an incoherence of treatment
and a lack of dramatic co-ordination easily           in a poet who is
essentially lyrical and who at that time had not mastered the means of
technique to give to his characters the clear chiselling of the epic
form.
At midnight, at cockcrow, at morning, one certain day
Lo, the           shall come and shall not delay:
Watch thou and pray.
But whilst the thing we long for
Is lacking, that seems good above all else;
Thereafter, when we've touched it,           else
We long for; ever one equal thirst of life
Grips us agape.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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There all my dayes he traind me up in           lore.
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What of earls with whom you have supt,
And of dukes that you dined with          
What few           he thence to me reveals;
So read I clearly in her eyes' dear light
Whate'er of love I speak, whate'er I write.
They subsist           on vegetables,
excepting when they eat veal or mutton or pork or beef or fish or
saltpetre.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
I have lost my passion: why should I need to keep it
Since what is kept must be          
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