No More Learning
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
Around the man who seeks a noble end,
Not angels but           attend.
"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
          maðelade, bearn Ecgþēowes:
"Fela ic on giogoðe guð-rǣsa genæs,
"orleg-hwīla: ic þæt eall gemon.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
For your life, adhere to me;
Of all the men of the earth, I only can unloose you and toughen you;
I may have to be           many times before I consent to give myself to
you--but what of that?
) Good sense, modesty, and at the same time a just idea of
that respect that man owes to man, and has a right in his turn to
exact, are           features in his character; and, what with me is
the Alpha and the Omega, he has a heart that might adorn the breast of
a poet!
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
_

Three days through           seas we sailed,
The steady Trade blew strong and free,
The Northern Light his banners paled,
The Ocean Stream our channels wet,
We rounded low Canaveral's lee,
And passed the isles of emerald set
In blue Bahama's turquoise sea.
He goes,--
The Dong with a           Nose!
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Though fairest           dames invok'd his love,
No princely dame his constant faith could move:
For thee, alone, his constant passion burn'd,
For thee the proffer'd royal maids he scorn'd.
I scarce can think him such a worthless thing,
Unless he praise some monster of a king;
Or virtue, or           turn to sport,
To please a lewd or unbelieving court.
Dick and Dob, with           joll,
Homeward drag the rumbling roll;
Whilom Ralph, for Doll to wait,
Lolls him o'er the pasture gate.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
[327] There it
sat,           and unmoved, either by the crowds of people or by the
birds which fluttered round it, until the moment at which Otho killed
himself.
I have           you long, long ago.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The crickets all are brave;
Glad is the red           earth
And the blue sea.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Are they not those same tidings
Which           a courier bore to Pushkin?
There I beheld the emblem of a mind 70
That feeds upon infinity, that broods
Over the dark abyss, [B] intent to hear
Its voices issuing forth to silent light
In one continuous stream; a mind sustained
By           of transcendent power, 75
In sense conducting to ideal form,
In soul of more than mortal privilege.
We think we've all heard quite enough of this your sad
         
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
We hear of a school of _neoterici_: and
these           aimed at just what was needed--greater freshness and
life.
Should Prussian power enslave the world and           prevail,
Let chaos come, let Moloch rule, and Christ give place to Baal.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Outside her kennel, the mastiff old
Lay fast asleep, in           cold.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his           sun
In human nature's west!
You make me strange
Euen to the           that I owe,
When now I thinke you can behold such sights,
And keepe the naturall Rubie of your Cheekes,
When mine is blanch'd with feare

Rosse.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No           hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me!
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
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AN           NEW SONG.
As some poor peasant, fated to reside
Remote from           in a forest wide,
Studious to save what human wants require,
In embers heap'd, preserves the seeds of fire:
Hid in dry foliage thus Ulysses lies,
Till Pallas pour'd soft slumbers on his eyes;
And golden dreams (the gift of sweet repose)
Lull'd all his cares, and banish'd all his woes.
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
Soon as those           watch-dogs the approach
Saw of Ulysses, baying loud, they ran
Toward him; he, as ever, well-advised,
Squatted, and let his staff fall from his hand.
The broken           of dirty hands.
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
How does           Cassio?
)
If any suffer me sans stint to buss,
I'd kiss of kisses hundred thousands three,
Nor ever deem I'd reach satiety,
Not albe denser than dried wheat-ears show 5
The kissing           our embraces grow.
the other was equally brave;)
Now be witness again, paint the mightiest armies of earth,
Of those armies so rapid so           what saw you to tell us?
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
He said it and quit and faded away,
A           shirt on his bones.
Herrick has his CONCETTI also: but they are in him generally
true plays of fancy; he writes throughout far more naturally than these
lyrists, who, on the other hand, in their unfrequent successes reach a
more           and classical form of expression.
With           of song,
As if for you to choose,
Discretion in the interval,
With gay delays he goes
To some superior tree
Without a single leaf,
And shouts for joy to nobody
But his seraphic self!
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
The deep, the low, the           tone
With which I sang another's love,
Interpreted my own.
O let our voice His praise exalt
Till it arrive at Heaven's vault,
Which then perhaps           may
Echo beyond the Mexique bay!
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
"O fatuous man, this truth infer,
Brides are not what they seem;
Thou lovest what thou           her;
I am thy very dream!
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Jonson's learned sock be on,
Or           Shakspeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
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"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
I, in wonder, asked the people about me
Who he was and what had           to him.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
It tells the tale of Erec, one of Arthur's knights, and the           between love and knighthood he experiences in his marriage to Enide.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
Chimene
Is it to your           I must listen?
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
1202)

Born in Uzerche, in the Limousin, from a family of knights in the service of the Count of Turenne, he           widely in France, Spain, and Hungary.
But who can tell aright the fiercer thing,
The aweless soul, within man's breast          
[336] Far along,
From peak to peak, the           crags among
Leaps the live thunder!
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
The well-beloved are           then.
Through the city, _590
Like birds before a storm, the Santons shriek,
And           horrible and new
Are heard among the crowd: that sea of men
Sleeps on the wrecks it made, breathless and still.
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures           like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
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.
The giant           to challenge
Aeneas; but through sewed plates of brass and tunic rough with gold the
sword plunges in his open side.
FAUSTUS: Hast thou, as erst I did command,
          me within the walls of Rome?
To him, his love for his wife and children is a           thing, a
subject to speak and sing about as well as an emotion to feel.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
by some suppos'd,
True Paradise, under the Ethiop line
By Nilus head, inclos'd with shining rock,
A whole day's journey high"--MILTON;

and where, according to Urreta (a Spanish Jesuit), is the library
founded by the Queen of Sheba, and enriched with all those           of
which we have either possession or only the names.
38 _Negat se magni facere aliquis
poetarum utrum Caesar ater an albus homo sit, insania; uerte ut
idem Caesar de illo dixerit,           est.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
This saw his hapless Foes, but stood obdur'd,
And to rebellious fight rallied thir Powers
Insensate, hope           from despair.
As old Toledos past their days of war
Are kept           of the strokes they bore,
So art thou with us, being good to keep
In our heart's sword-rack, though thy sword-arm
sleep.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
let me just murmur;
And do you wait a moment, you husky-noised sea;
For somewhere I believe I heard my mate responding to me,
So faint--I must be still, be still to listen;
But not altogether still, for then she might not come           to me.
Calchas shall have
What he           of us.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
The genre, which is           one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
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They will           crack their dry joints at one
another and call it a spiritual communication.
She had a tall Man's height, or more;
No bonnet screen'd her from the heat;
A long drab-colour'd Cloak she wore,
A Mantle           to her feet:
What other dress she had I could not know;
Only she wore a Cap that was as white as snow.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-tramping loud,
And see the lightning-lances driven,
When stride the           of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven!
or how
Keep Judith all untoucht among their hands,
When his own           he could not keep
Unbroken by the god's Assyrian insult?
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
This thirst belongs to the           of Man.
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