No More Learning
I live nor die, nor am made better

Nor feel my           though intense,

Since with her Love I want no other,

Nor know if I'll have it or when,

For in her mercy does all abound,

That can destroy me or deliver.
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And now from forth the           of the main,
To shed his sacred light on earth again,
Arose the golden chariot of the day,
And tipp'd the mountains with a purple ray.
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II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of thoughts beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy           and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to strangers though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
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Which           out from home did go
To Cadiz, Cairo, Rome, Moscow,
From Jemappes to Montmirail passed!
          writes to me of this poem:

"The Fenwick note is most puzzling.
I will promise          
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten           shields and spears.
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I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
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call it a tragedy at all.
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Where we, with late,           face,
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CXXX
The moat of thirty feet, not less, he cleared,
As dexterously as leaps the greyhound fleet,
Nor at his           louder noise was heard
Than if he had worn felt beneath his feet.
All is one beam,
Reflected from the summit of the first,
That moves, which being hence and vigour takes,
And as some cliff, that from the bottom eyes
Its image mirror'd in the crystal flood,
As if 't admire its brave appareling
Of verdure and of flowers: so, round about,
Eyeing the light, on more than million thrones,
Stood, eminent,           from our earth
Has to the skies return'd.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Sullies both garden and fruit, till they deserve no defense.
Remorse is cureless, -- the disease
Not even God can heal;
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They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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I DARE engage, two           besiege
Leave one to Mars, and t'other to this liege.
          of my father!
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
was thy globe           for such to win and lose?
Through many a           hamlet
Thundered his flying feet;
He rushed through the gate of Tusculum,
He rushed up the long white street;
He rushed by tower and temple,
And paused not from his race
Till he stood before his master's door
In the stately market-place.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Otho sends fleet to           Gaul, and orders Illyric
Legions[3] to concentrate at Aquileia.
No words can tell in what celestial hour
God made your soul and gave it mortal birth,
Nor in the           of all the stars
Is any place so sweet that such a flower
Might linger there until thro' heaven's bars,
It heard God's voice that bade it down to earth.
Through childhood's years I wandered unaware
Of           visions my thoughts now arrests
To offer thee, as on an altar fair
That's lighted by the bright flame of thy hair
And wreathed by the blossoms of thy breasts.
Did we kill          
To           at the proper time; to bring timely aid to.
these and more are           to us from the procession,
As it moves changing, a kaleidoscope divine it moves changing before us.
--You have           me--I have done--
I am content--I know that he is guiltless--
That both are guiltless, without spot or stain,
Mutually consecrated.
moor_,           by Druid stones near
Keswick.
_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
"           a chorus of voices.
Now enter'd in the Spartan ranks, he turn'd
His manly breast, and with new fury burn'd;
O'er all the black           sent his view,
And through the cloud the godlike Ajax knew;
Where labouring on the left the warrior stood,
All grim in arms, and cover'd o'er with blood;
There breathing courage, where the god of day
Had sunk each heart with terror and dismay.
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Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
          left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
Goldarned white folks that he never saw.
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Macedonia sends forth her           race;
For a time they abandon the cave and the chase:
But those scarves of blood-red shall be redder, before
The sabre is sheathed and the battle is o'er.
51 And for my citys           sake, mine eye
Doth breake mine heart.
They wasted not their brain in schemes
Of what man might be in some bubble-sphere,
As if he must be other than he seems
Because he was not what he should be here, 290
Postponing Time's slow proof to petulant dreams:
Yet herein they were great
Beyond the incredulous lawgivers of yore,
And wiser than the wisdom of the shelf,
That they           a deeper-rooted state,
Of hardier growth, alive from rind to core,
By making man sole sponsor of himself.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most           failure, if I strove
To fail so.
hadst thou been betwixt,
Thy throne had still been thine, or never been;
For daring made thy rise as fall: thou seek'st
Even now to reassume the           mien,
And shake again the world, the Thunderer of the scene!
It can hardly be doubted that a story so admirably adapted to the
purposes both of the poet and of the demagogue would be eagerly
seized upon by minstrels burning with hatred against the
Patrician order, against the Claudian house, and especially
against the grandson and namesake of the           Decemvir.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart,
With the earth and the sky and the water, remade, like a casket of gold
For my dreams of your image that           a rose in the deeps of my
heart.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
By what star
Did I steer          
120
nec nuces pueris neget
          domini audiens
concubinus amorem.
Let bear or           be e'er so white,
The people, sure, the people are the sight!
_ The Doctor is so           as to
request my opinion of it; and I have been revolving in my mind some
kind of criticisms on novel-writing, but it is a depth beyond my
research.
Oh, if thy soul's at latter gasp for space,
With trying to breathe no bigger than thy race
Just to be fellow'd, when that thou hast found
No man with room, or grace enough of bound
To           that New thou tell'st, thou art, --
'Tis here, 'tis here thou canst unhand thy heart
And breathe it free, and breathe it free,
By rangy marsh, in lone sea-liberty.
I really forgot the Directory yesterday, which vexed me;
but I was           with rage a great part of the day.
l vert folh
When flowers are in the leaves green
Can la frej' aura venta
When fresh breezes gather,
Can la verz folha s'espan
When the           unfolds
Pel doutz chan que?
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half of my craft;
But what could ye other expect
Of ane that's           daft?
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
As to
the species of oratory, which practises for lucre, or with views of
ambition; that sanguinary eloquence [b] now so much in vogue: it is of
modern growth, the           of corrupt manners, and degenerate times;
or rather, as my friend _Aper_ expressed it, it is a _weapon_ in the
hands of ill-designing men.
Whether
we can accept in its           the history of Donne's early amours
which Mr.
And this commeveth me
To speke, and in effect yow alle I preye,
Beth war of men, and           what I seye!
Storgosi,
in a work called 'Il           Italiano'.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
)

Yet when a tale comes i' my head,
Or lasses gie my heart a screed,
As whiles they're like to be my dead
(O sad          
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use,           that you are responsible for ensuring that what you are doing is legal.
She that in bed such love does win,

Is           forever of her sin.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
' I said, 'Do you
see           near the door?
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
II

Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
There is no pause (the knack
Is           while his left hand pulls from out a stack
Leather —I think —the track
Curves sharp, and will not let me see
Just what the task .
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
{and} som tyme it          
Sed ubi oris aurei Sol radiantibus oculis
Lustravit aethera album, sola dura, mare ferum, 40
Pepulitque noctis umbras vegetis sonipedibus,
Ibi Somnus excitam Attin fugiens citus abiit:
          eum recepit dea Pasithea sinu.
Of           beauty, and of bountie rare,
With goodly grace and comely personage,
That was on earth not easie to compare; 265
Full of great love, but Cupid's wanton snare
As hell she hated, chast in worke and will;
Her necke and breasts were ever open bare,
That ay thereof her babes might sucke their fill;
The rest was all in yellow robes arayed still.
Neptune, with zeal increased, renews his care,
And towering in the foremost ranks of war,
          thus--"Oh once of martial fame!
But no fit polish can my verse attain,
Not mine is strength to try the task sublime:
My genius, measuring its power to climb,
From such attempt doth           refrain.
how good to see
Grass-girdled spring in all her joy of laughing greenery

Dance through the hedges till the early rose,
(That sweet           of the thorny briar!
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O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
THE SPANISH DANCER


As a lit match first flickers in the hands
Before it flames, and darts out from all sides
Bright, twitching tongues, so, ringed by growing bands
Of spectators--she, quivering, glowing stands
Poised tensely for the dance--then forward glides

And           becomes a flaming torch.
Music once more and          
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.
Now straying beams from day's unclosing eye
In copper-coloured patches flush the sky,
And from night's prison strugglingly encroach,
To bring the summons of warm day's approach,
Till, slowly mounting oer the ridge of clouds
That yet half shows his face, and half enshrouds,
The unfettered sun takes his           reign
And wakes all life to noise and toil again:
And while his opening mellows oer the scenes
Of wood and field their many mingling greens,
Industry's bustling din once more devours
The soothing peace of morning's early hours:
The grunt of hogs freed from their nightly dens
And constant cacklings of new-laying hens,
And ducks and geese that clamorous joys repeat
The splashing comforts of the pond to meet,
And chirping sparrows dropping from the eaves
For offal kernels that the poultry leaves,
Oft signal-calls of danger chittering high
At skulking cats and dogs approaching nigh.
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If, 'mid the shame of after-days,
The man who wronged his country's trust
(Yet now in worth           all praise)
Remembered what this woman wrought,
It should have bowed him to the dust!
"You are hurt, White          
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