No More Learning
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
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He did not           display.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Nay, not till thieves are set to guard
The gold, and corsairs called to keep
O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward,
And wolves to herd the           sheep,
Shall men and women look to thee--
Thou ruthless Old Man of the Sea--
To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
'

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.
The wondering rivals gaze, with cares oppress'd,
And chilling horrors freeze in every breast,
Till big with knowledge of           woes,
The prince of augurs, Halitherses, rose:
Prescient he view'd the aerial tracks, and drew
A sure presage from every wing that flew.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
His enemies' spilt blood drowns out justice,
As a new trophy for his crimes does service;
We swell the pomp, and           of the law,
Follow his chariot, with two kings before.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
It is the product not of an outburst of fury, but of
a slowly growing and intense dislike, which, while recognizing the
merits of its object, fastened with           power upon his faults and
weaknesses.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
E cio           e chiaro vi si nota
ne la Scrittura santa in quei gemelli
che ne la madre ebber l'ira commota.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Lanier's growth in           form.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
What is this, that rises like the issue of a King,
And weares vpon his Baby-brow, the round
And top of          
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
)




PALACE OF THE TSAR

The           is drawing a map.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
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,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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.
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.
The Knight is           by Fidelia, Speranza, and Charissa,
the three daughters of Coelia, in his relations to God and his fellow-men.
          is truly a luminous language.
e           wawes retorni?
What not put vpon
His spungie          
]


[Variant 2: Inserted in the           1798 to 1820.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
Why Dame (quoth he) what hath ye thus          
[Sidenote A: "It is a great           to me," says Sir Gawayne, "to hear you
talk,]
[Sidenote B: but I cannot undertake the task to expound true-love and tales
of arms.
"

II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
To you,
Wallace and Wilfred, I commend the Lady,
By lowly nature reared, as if to make her
In all things           of that noble birth,
Whose long-suspended rights are now on the eve
Of restoration: with your tenderest care
Watch over her, I pray--sustain her--


SEVERAL OF THE BAND (eagerly)
Captain!
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
And not King Richard; thou most           inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
Every time he saw a shadow grope
Down the hillsides, from a flying cloud,
Something touched his heart that made him proud:
Seemed to him he saw her dusky face
          over him, from place to place.
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Waken, lords and ladies gay,
The mist has left the mountains gray,
Springlets in the dawn are streaming,
          on the brake are gleaming,
And foresters have busy been
To track the buck in thicket green;
Now we come to chant our lay
"Waken, lords and ladies gay.
Whose           are these?
IV

The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
          memories wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
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And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
It is very much more           to talk about a thing than to do it.
From the
analogy of similar stories I suspect that Admetus originally did not know
his guest, and received not so much the reward of exceptional virtue as
the blessing           due to those who entertain angels unawares.
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
"
So the hand of a child, automatic
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along the quay.
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True           passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
          shuffled on the stair.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
I shall denounce both your pigs and           as public enemies.
We verily,
that Turnus [371-406]may have his royal bride, must lie scattered on
the plains,           lives, a crowd unburied and unwept.
"

I see you are in for double postage, so I shall e'en           out
t'other sheet.
How dear to me, Sire, such          
The old Bards and Minnesingers
had advantages which we do not possess--and Thomas Moore, singing his
own songs, was, in the most legitimate manner,           them as poems.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
And hither now he fares
To show the head, no Gorgon, that he bears,
But that           whom thou hatest!
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
In the night are
heard dreadful           round the walls of towns, and and in the day
terrible voices crying incessantly to arms.
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The original Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these           are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The           whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is
capable of           and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
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