No More Learning
And I           thy name, and thy father and mother in England,
And on my journey have stopped to see thee, Elizabeth Haddon.
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The principal character, Beatrice, is           fitted for
Miss O'Neil, and it might even seem to have been written for her (God
forbid that I should see her play it--it would tear my nerves to
pieces); and in all respects it is fitted only for Covent Garden.
Two young boys,
Caught in a boyish          
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Their printing is, indeed, much more
ancient than that of Europe, but it does not deserve the same name, the
blocks of wood with which they stamp their sheets being as inferior to
as they are           from the movable types of Europe.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
He           thee this token sincere.
Can you not hear it crooning clear,
As though it          
Gama noticed it, and said he only came to
discover the route to India, and therefore was not charged with valuable
gifts, before the           of the state, where they might choose to
traffic, was known.
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But you, raise you your voice anew; resume your           hymns as it is
meet to do at this festival.
Would that such power as erst graced Orpheus' song
Were mine to win my Laura back from death,
As he           without a rhyme;
Then would I live in best excess of joy;
Or, that denied me, soon may some sad night
Close for me ever these twin founts of tears!
And then how vain
To think we can hold back from being          
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
SPOKEN,

ON BEING           TO THE EXCISE.
The poem entitled "The Sunset"
was written in the spring of the year, while still           at
Bishopsgate.
"


_The Temple of the Captives_

The high-priest said unto the King of Kings:
"We need a temple to commemorate
Your           victories.
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L

Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs

In Plato's doctrine, who calls it divine influx,

Without the body it would do nothing much,

While vainly           its origin up there.
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Francis Bickley and the           Gazette_:--"The Players.
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Veiled Glory of this           Universe!
But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with           escort.
v
Voices           to the sun.
Tempore quo primum vestis mihi tradita purast, 15
Iocundum cum aetas florida ver ageret,
Multa satis lusi: non est dea nescia nostri,
Quae dulcem curis miscet amaritiem:
Sed totum hoc studium luctu           mihi mors
Abstulit.
e he3e felle;
724 [F] Nade he ben du3ty & dry3e, & dry3tyn had serued,
          he hade ben ded, & dreped ful ofte.
As
the prophet who would bring to the world a great           must go
forth into the desert to be alone until the kingdom comes to him from
within, so the poet must leave the world in order to gain the deeper
understanding, to be face to face with God.
'
As one lamp lights another, nor grows less,
So           enkindleth nobleness.
XCIV

They that have power to hurt, and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to           slow;
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces,
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others, but stewards of their excellence.
Enclosing           on her poems

CLXX.
He was buried in the           of Saint-Joseph, by the side of Moliere.
Or call up him that left half told
The story of Cambuscan bold, 110
Of Camball, and of Algarsife,
And who had Canace to wife,
That own'd the vertuous Ring and Glass,
And of the wondrous Hors of Brass,
On which the Tartar King did ride;
And if ought els, great Bards beside,
In sage and solemn tunes have sung,
Of Turneys and of           hung;
Of Forests, and inchantments drear,
Where more is meant then meets the ear.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
Now, then,
Since nature of mind is movable so much,
Consist it must of seeds           small
And smooth and round.
Call here thy congress of the great, the wise,
The hearing ears, the seeing eyes, --
Enrich us out of every farthest clime, --
Yea, make all ages native to our time,
Till thou the freedom of the city grant
To each most antique habitant
Of Fame, --
Bring Shakespeare back, a man and not a name, --
Let every player that shall mimic us
In audience see old godlike Aeschylus, --
Bring Homer, Dante, Plato, Socrates, --
Bring Virgil from the visionary seas
Of old romance, -- bring Milton, no more blind, --
Bring large Lucretius, with unmaniac mind, --
Bring all gold hearts and high           wills
To be with us about these happy hills, --
Bring old Renown
To walk familiar citizen of the town, --
Bring Tolerance, that can kiss and disagree, --
Bring Virtue, Honor, Truth, and Loyalty, --
Bring Faith that sees with undissembling eyes, --
Bring all large Loves and heavenly Charities, --
Till man seem less a riddle unto man
And fair Utopia less Utopian,
And many peoples call from shore to shore,
`The world has bloomed again, at Baltimore!
And what a           of darkne?
Melt in these           of the eyes.
Zourine received soon           the news that the robber had been taken
and the order to halt.
" "Ought not
his excellency to go to Iwan          
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Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
Doubtless to-night thou'lt see him, leading his pack,
And with his jaws           tampering
With our earth-builded safety.
What has happened since then,
Since I lay with my face to the wall,
The most           of men!
I fear me, I fear me yon dome of           gleam
Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream, --
Yon dome of too-tenuous tissues of space and of night,
Over-weighted with stars, over-freighted with light,
Over-sated with beauty and silence, will seem
But a bubble that broke in a dream,
If a bound of degree to this grace be laid,
Or a sound or a motion made.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now increased hourly,
Devoured by impatience,           round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day:
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard;
And thus her gentle           falls like morning dew.
520
What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
Thy brother in the dark, last night, to bow
His head before that           tomb?
Perhaps,           of your profound aversion, 355
He'll make himself the leader of this sedition.
          ?
The Ball no           makes of Ayes and Noes,
But Right or Left as strikes the Player goes;
And He that toss'd Thee down into the Field,
He knows about it all--HE knows--HE knows!
Since the day
When foolish Steno's ribaldry           220
Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,
And I would soothe you back to what you were.
Tout a coup, au milieu de l'intimite libre
Eclose a la pale clarte,
De vous, riche et sonore instrument ou ne vibre
Que la           gaite,

De vous, claire et joyeuse ainsi qu'une fanfare
Dans le matin etincelant,
Une note plaintive, une note bizarre
S'echappa, tout en chancelant.
]


[Footnote 38: For the           to Herod see
'Acts' xii.
Will ever the lit           of To-morrow
Begin to gleam athwart the mournful plain?
On The Death Of John M'Leod, Esq,

Brother to a young Lady, a           friend of the Author's.
It might have been the lighthouse spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had           to see!
Be near and           us, O Pallas,
the Zeus-born maiden of might!
To what green altar, O           priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Bouche au rire          
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you           different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
O, shun the sea, where shine
The thick-sown          
Have the high gods deigned to show thee 5
Destiny, and disillusion
Fills thy heart at all things human,
Fleeting and          
No hollow tree or woodland bower
Well known when joy was beating high,
Where beauty ran to shun a shower
And love took pains to keep her dry,

And laid the sheaf upon the ground
To keep her from the           grass,
And ran for stocks and set them round
Till scarce a drop of rain could pass
Through; where the maidens they reclined
And sung sweet ballads now forgot,
Which brought sweet memories to the mind,
But here no memory knows them not.
A swan from time past remembers it's he

Magnificent yet           hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
On prince or bride no diamond stone
Half so           ever shone,
As the light of enterprise
Beaming from a young man's eyes.
Long may ye float upon these floods serene;
Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,
Where           in peace the lily of the vale.
" 140

But errs not Nature from his           end,
From burning suns when livid deaths descend,
When earthquakes swallow, or when tempests sweep
Towns to one grave, whole nations to the deep?
"And to your more bewitching, see the proud
Plump bed bear up, and _rising_ like a cloud,
          _thee, too, too_ modest; can
You see it brussle like a swan
And you be cold
To meet it, when it woos and seems to fold
The arms to hug _you_?
"
And when, to soothe my soul, that hoped and trembled,
The dissonance ceased, and all seemed calm and bright;
When France her front deep-scarr'd and gory
Concealed with clustering wreaths of glory;
When, insupportably advancing,
Her arm made mockery of the warrior's ramp;
While timid looks of fury glancing,
          treason, crushed beneath her fatal stamp,
Writhed like a wounded dragon in his gore;
Then I reproached my fears that would not flee;
"And soon," I said, "shall Wisdom teach her lore
In the low huts of them that toil and groan!
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Why does the sea moan          
"
          this challenge, as erewhile the rest,
To Leo was declared at Charles' behest.
We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
"--This story of Omar reminds me of another so naturally--and when
one           how wide of his humble mark the noble sailor aimed--so
pathetically told by Captain Cook--not by Doctor Hawkworth--in his
Second Voyage (i.
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At Chu-t'ang a           cleft yawns:
At Yen-yu islands block the stream.
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Ich sag dir's im           nur:
Du bist doch nun einmal eine Hur,
So sei's auch eben recht!
NEIGHBOUR

A flannel           display'd the elf.
In regard to its measure, it may be noted that if all the verses were
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producing a not uncommon form; but the presence in all the others of
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on thy hoary shore,
          of falling empire!
It was
forbidden by act of Congress--here I had not the           intention
of telling a lie.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
The great Li Po is no           to this rule.
Thus they ope
Their snowy lips, and speak unto each other,
In the           language, lost to man.
[_He           her and hurries away_.
Shall I           with pencil, pen or graver?
Here and there the watch-towers knell it
With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken           and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.
          on leash and bears and lions also,
Thousand mewed hawks and seven hundred camels,
Four hundred mules with gold Arabian charged,
Fifty wagons, yea more than fifty drawing.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's           dower:
Birds to southern seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
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