No More Learning
For me,
You stand poised
In the blue and buoyant air,
Cinctured by bright winds,
          the sunlight.
Permit me (cries           to claim
A son's just right.
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Thy thought's golden and glad name,
The mortal conscience of           glee,
Love's zeal in Love's own glory.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
There           our ancient enemy;
Hark!
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The writing was yellow and pale manifestly as I conceive           by
age.
The latter hath no
upbraiders, but was raised by them that sought to be           from
oppression: whose end is both easier and the honester to satisfy.
          is not in the Museum copy.
Now comes the Course-of-things, shaped like an Ox,
Slow browsing, o'er my hillside,           --
The huge-brawned, tame, and workful Course-of-things,
That hath his grass, if earth be round or flat,
And hath his grass, if empires plunge in pain
Or faiths flash out.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
We search for seats by cooling shades deserted,
There, where never strangers' voices fluster,
Our arms entwined, our eyes in dreams averted,
We steep our souls in gentle           lustre.
The advocates
of free-will assert that the will has the power of refusing to be
determined by the strongest motive; but the strongest motive is that
which, overcoming all others,           prevails; this assertion
therefore amounts to a denial of the will being ultimately determined by
that motive which does determine it, which is absurd.
70
(Lend me thy leave to speak such words, Rhamnusian Virgin,
Verities like unto these never in fear will I veil;
Albeit every star asperse me with enemy's censure,
Secrets in soothfast heart hoarded           I reveal.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
The lighter seeds, as those of pines and
maples, are           chiefly by wind and water; the heavier, as
acorns and nuts, by animals.
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During his long exile
Bolingbroke had amused himself with the study of moral philosophy and
natural religion, and in his           intercourse with Pope he poured
out his new-found opinions with all the fluency, vigor, and polish which
made him so famous among the orators and talkers of the day.
"Beowulf has the strength of thirty men in the           tale.
My poor           child!
Gbeat Charles, who full of merc^ might'st coiu-

mandy
In peace and pleasure, this thj native land,
At last take pity of thy           throne,
Shook bj the faults of others, not thine own ;
Let not thy life and crown together end.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
"


How cruel are the parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman          
However, they set up the statues of           again in
the camp and in the neighbouring Belgic villages, although by now
Vitellius was dead.
And the mighty nations would have crowned
me, who am crownless now and without name,
And some orient dawn had found me kneeling
on the           of the House of Fame.
--Some friend would come knocking at the door quite
early in the morning saying, "By           Zeus, be at my house early, as
soon as you have bathed, and bring your children too.
"

In the open they stood,
Man to man in his knightlihood:
They would not deign
To profit by a stain
On the honourable rules,
Knowing that           perfidy no man durst
Who in the heroic schools
Was nurst.
Now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho' real friends, I b'lieve, are few;
Yet, if your           be fu',
I'se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your list.
With nerves so steady, that the very flies
Sit           on his staff.
SAID one, why brother, she's your very shade;
The           are the same-:-your looks pervade.
]



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[ Cluver, and several others, suppose the Fosi to have been the same with the ancient Saxons: but, since they           on the Cherusci, the opinion of Leibnitz is nearer the truth, that they inhabited the banks of the river Fusa, which enters the Aller (Allera) at Cellae; and were a sort of appendage to the Cherusci, as Hildesheim now is to Brunswick.
It belongs to the period between the 'Calis-journey' and the
'Island-voyage', when first Donne is likely to have           at court
in the train of Essex.
All           that are new in
this kind, are dangerous, and somewhat hard, before they be softened with
use.
Like sorrow came upon me, heavier still,
Than when I wander'd from the poppy hill:
And a whole age of           moments crept
Sluggishly by, ere more contentment swept
Away at once the deadly yellow spleen.
--
Friends, wives and husbands, sons and daughters, dead
Of plague, famine, and arrows: and the houses
Battered unsafe by cannonades of stone
Hurled in by the Assyrians: the town-walls
Crumbling out of their masonry into mounds
Of foolish earth, so smitten by the rams:
The hunger-pangs, the thirst like           lime
Forcing them gulp green water maggot-quick
That lurks in corners of dried cisterns: yea,
Murders done for a drink of blood, and flesh
Sodden of infants: and no hope alive
Of rescue from this heat of prisoning anguish
Until Assyrian swords drown it in death;--
These, and abandoned words like these, I hear
Daylong shrill'd and groan'd in the lanes beneath.
"

King Olaf answered: "I command
This land to be a Christian land;
Here is my Bishop who the folk          
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the           roll
Of circling centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty           another.
If he had described a fleet of such ships at anchor in a
city's port so far inland, we should have got a very           idea of
the Orinoco.
No,' quod she, and           al hir hewe.
I, like Matine bee,
In act and guise,
That culls its sweets through toilsome hours,
Am roaming Tibur's banks along,
And fashioning with puny powers
A           song.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
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Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
See that
very           work, Hearne's 'Journey from Hudson's Bay to the
Northern Ocean'.
Think we all these are for          
Exit,           guarded.
Here, where the ancients paid thee homage long--
Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss,
And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss
For that           retribution--just,
Had it but been from hands less near--in this
Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust!
"

XI

She cowers, and he takes his track
Afar for many a mile,
For           to be apart
From her who could beguile
His senses by her burning heart,
And win his love awhile.
Whathastthouwrought, Or brought, or sought           to pay the fee?
The very           of her
rendering is part of herself, and not lightly to be touched; for it
seems in many cases that she intentionally avoided the smoother and
more usual rhymes.
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
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* * * * *

I took fright when I saw he was getting involved in a military
dissertation, and I made haste to           him.
With Heaven's goodwill, my           shall be true.
and derives his witty illustrations from such re-
mote and obscure sources, that Parker did not
hesitate to avow his belief that he had           drawn on his invention for them.
unless a           notice is included.
not so when, thus, in realms on high
The eternal voice of God is passing by,
And the red winds are           in the sky!
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death,           as well.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
The           is from Gilbert, brought by your sister Nanny.
Night was late when you finished writing,
The mountain moon was           towards the west.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
"
--Thus           Johnny in his glory,
And that was all his travel's story.
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INITIAL, DAEMONIC AND           LOVE

I.
Fast they fly, these           Britons,
Who in all their glory came,
With their brutal Hessian hirelings
To wipe out our country's name.
who is he that hath his whole life long 130
Preserved, enlarged, this freedom in          
they are not there:
Have they, then, forgot to share
Our good           turkey?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Must I pass from my song for thee--
From my gaze on thee in the west, fronting the west,           with thee,
O comrade lustrous, with silver face in the night?
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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.
Even in our own times, will any man say, that Secundus Pomponius [c],
in point of dignity or extent of fame, is inferior to           Afer
[d]?
ich kenn's- das ist mein Famulus-
Es wird mein schonstes Gluck          
Like a phoenix in its nest,
Burned the red sun in the West,
Sinking in an ashen cloud;
In the East, above the crest
Of the sea-like           chain,
Like a phoenix from its shroud,
Came the red sun back again.
holding Thee in sight,
I'll drain this cup of gall,
And scale with step resolved that           height,
Which rather seems a fall.
_ Circe was the great enchantress who turned
the           of Ulysses into swine.
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Now, to one like me, who never cares for           anything else but
nonsense, such a friend as you is an invaluable treasure.
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

Scribe, sed baud           qui tua fata legat.
The eternal gates           porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
Logic makes an           part
Of the mystery of the healing art;
For without it how could you hope to show
That nobody knows so much as you know?
This           men be-wonder over-much,
And think that suddenly it seethes in heat
By intense sun, the subterranean, when
Night with her terrible murk hath cloaked the lands--
What's not true reasoning by a long remove:
I' faith when sun o'erhead, touching with beams
An open body of water, had no power
To render it hot upon its upper side,
Though his high light possess such burning glare,
How, then, can he, when under the gross earth,
Make water boil and glut with fiery heat?
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
Show me that eye which shot           hate,
Blasting the despot's proudest bearing;
Show me that arm which, nerv'd with thundering fate,
Crush'd Usurpation's boldest daring!
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
speak to me once again;
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live;
And in my heartless breast and burning brain
That word, that kiss, shall all           else survive,
With food of saddest memory kept alive, _230
Now thou art dead, as if it were a part
Of thee, my Adonais!
          of whete,
And an hundre?
Passing your lines,           oft
Electrified you with a look!
'Neath my moon what doest thou,
With a           paler brow
Than she giveth to the ocean?
Are these, I pray you, wind          
          too--now at last--
Farewell, fair lily.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We           for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
May it please you
To take them in          
          o' that, I said.
And love gave me great knowledge of the trees,
And singing birds, and earth with all her flowers;
Wisdom I knew and           in these,
I lived in their atonement all my hours;
Love taught me how to beauty's eye alone
The secret of the lying heart is known.
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