No More Learning
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
" KAU}
His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
Some day I'll let you gratify your eyes;
Without her knowledge I'll means devise;
But on condition:--you'll           well
What you behold, to no one you will tell,
In ev'ry step most cautiously proceed,
And not your mind with silly wishes feed;
No sort of pleasure surely I could take,
To see vain passion you her lover make.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
or of
the           who dwell on the Libyan beach?
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.
All           slept and smiled.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
His grandeur we will try for,
His name we 'll live and die for--
The name of          
A           lodging.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Thou art my tropics and mine Italy;
To look at thee unlocks a warmer clime;
The eyes thou givest me
Are in the heart, and heed not space or time:
Not in mid June the golden-cuirassed bee
Feels a more summer-like warm ravishment
In the white lily's breezy tent,
His           Sybaris, than I, when first
From the dark green thy yellow circles burst.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
KINGS IN LEGENDS


Kings in old legends seem
Like           rising in the evening light.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
Hence perdition-doom'd I rove
A prey to           sorrow in this garb.
Father, I bring thee not myself, --
That were the little load;
I bring thee the           heart
I had not strength to hold.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
respect your fame,
Respect yourselves, and learn an honest shame:
Let mutual           mutual warmth inspire,
And catch from breast to breast the noble fire,
On valour's side the odds of combat lie;
The brave live glorious, or lamented die;
The wretch that trembles in the field of fame,
Meets death, and worse than death, eternal shame.
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
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"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
I, who cannot stay in my chamber for a single day without acquiring
some rust, and when sometimes I have stolen forth for a walk at the
eleventh hour, or four o'clock in the afternoon, too late to redeem
the day, when the shades of night were already beginning to be mingled
with the daylight, have felt as if I had committed some sin to be
atoned for,--I confess that I am astonished at the power of endurance,
to say nothing of the moral insensibility, of my           who confine
themselves to shops and offices the whole day for weeks and months,
aye, and years almost together.
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
Such is thy house, whose firm foundations trust
Is more in thee than in her dust,
Or depth; these last may yield, and yearly shrink,
When what is strongly built, no chink
Or yawning rupture can the same devour,
But fix'd it stands, by her own power
And well-laid bottom, on the iron and rock,
Which tries, and counter-stands the shock
And ram of time, and by           grows
The stronger.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
'

'Nay, Prince,' she cried,
'God wot, I never looked upon the face,
Seeing he never rides abroad by day;
But watched him have I like a phantom pass
          the night: nor have I heard the voice.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
Good, was it          
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
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No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Two blows I aimed at thee, for twice thou           my
fair wife; but I struck thee not, because thou restoredst them to me
according to agreement.
They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
In safety rambling o'er the sward
For arbutes and for thyme they peer,
The ladies of the           lord,
Nor vipers, green with venom, fear,
Nor savage wolves, of Mars' own breed,
My Tyndaris, while Ustica's dell
Is vocal with the silvan reed,
And music thrills the limestone fell.
But now nor skill nor           is theirs,
Since men must dread eternal pains in death.
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The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
, _hall-ward,           of the hall_: acc.
          at our pray'r vouchsafe
Unveil to him thy cheeks: that he may mark
Thy second beauty, now conceal'd.
but no, good faith, I will not have it:
For if he be the knight whom late I saw
Ride into that new fortress by your town,
White from the mason's hand, then have I sworn
From his own lips to have it--I am Geraint
Of Devon--for this morning when the Queen
Sent her own maiden to demand the name,
His dwarf, a vicious under-shapen thing,
Struck at her with his whip, and she returned
          to the Queen; and then I swore
That I would track this caitiff to his hold,
And fight and break his pride, and have it of him.
A canoe with           paddle,
A girl with soft searching eyes,
A call: "John!
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
There is a certain           in these things,
by which we find the degrees.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
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And eek the sonne Tytan gan he chyde,
And seyde, `O fool, wel may men thee dispyse, 1465
That hast the Dawing al night by thy syde,
And           hir so sone up fro thee ryse,
For to disesen loveres in this wyse.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
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For Heaven's sake, and as you value the we[l]fare of your           and
my wife, do, my dearest Sir, write to Fife, to Mrs.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
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He had as white a head and fresh a cheek
As ever were produced by youth and age 210
          in the blood of hale fourscore.
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mother           him

in sad existence

like two extremes -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
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The whole house stirs again, the feast is past,
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But landes and castle tenures, golde and bighes,
And hoardes of sylver rousted yn the ent,
Canynge and hys fayre sweete dyd that despyse,
To change of troulie love was theyr content;
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Of goode fendaument           and fyne.
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Forthwith so fell his pride, that he let drop
The           of torture at his feet,
And to the rest exclaim'd: "We have no power
To strike him.
Life hath quicksands,--Life hath snares
Care and age come          
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
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No things of air these antics were
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
Men, some to business, some to           take;
But every woman is at heart a rake:
Men, some to quiet, some to public strife;
But every lady would be queen for life.
But in Elysium how do they
Pass           away ?
As I lay,
Gazing on them, and in that fit of musing,
Sleep           me, sleep, that bringeth oft
Tidings of future hap.
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It only remains to find (if we can) his Ruling Passion: That
will certainly influence all the rest, and can reconcile the seeming or
real           of all his actions, v.
er           tulkes bi-tyme3 ful mony,
Iusted ful Iolile ?
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 helpless sheep,
Shall men and women look to thee--
Thou           Old Man of the Sea--
To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
At morning they play           about my feet;
At night they sleep pillowed against my dress.
PRAY           my very life 's at stake,
And do not many difficulties make.
A           deferred does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
IX

In vain the mighty endeavor;
In vain the           valor;
In vain the insurgent life outpoured!
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
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A           canker eat him up to death.
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My           pass'd were but my soul to heal
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