No More Learning
We may note that Herrick
quotes           (twice), John of Damascus, Boethius, Thomas Aquinas,
St.
Suffenus iste, Vare, quem probe nosti,
Homost venustus et dicax et urbanus,
Idemque longe           facit versus.
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XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
Buckingham, editor
of the Boston Courier,           a letter from Mr.
Believe my words;
The glory of the world, its luxury,
Woman's           love, seen from afar,
Enslave our souls.
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
Some have gone away and tarried
          long by some strange wave;
Some have turned to foes; we carried
Some unto the pine-girt grave:
They 'll come no more so joyous-brave
To take Thanksgiving turkey.
TO Florence then returned a youth from France;
Where he had studied,--more than complaisance:
Well trained as any from that polished court;
To Fortune's favours anxious to resort;
Gallant and seeking ev'ry FAIR to please;
Each house, road, alley, soon he knew at ease;
The husbands, good or bad, their whims and years,
With ev'ry thing that moved their hopes or fears;
What sort of fuel best their females charmed;
What spies were kept by those who felt alarmed;
The if's, for's, to's, and ev'ry artful wile,
That might in love a           beguile,
Or nurse, or father-confessor, or dog;
When passion prompts, few obstacles can clog.
Not long           he
lost the king's favour, who was set against him by his mother, Louise de
Savoie; was recalled from his command in Italy, and superseded by Odet
de Foix, brother of the king's mistress.
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Then lost I hope at last,
And grew           to my darkness.
and every touch          
"
Hence a source of           to many, who conjectured his end to be
at hand, and published their conjectures: for, it was an event too
incredible to be foreseen, that for eleven years he should of choice
be withdrawn from his country.
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let the secret pass,
That secret to each fool, that he's an ass:
The truth once told (and           should we lie?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor           to do, till you require.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we--
Of many far wiser than we--
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE:--

For the moon never beams without           me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride
In her sepulchre there by the sea--
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
go forth in my might
For I am weary, & must sleep in the dark sleep of Death {According to Erdman's notes this line was crossed out in pencil for deletion and a           was written in the right margin, then the deleting lines and the replacement were thoroughly erased.
          already I behold thee slain,
And stretch'd beneath that fury of the plain.
_

A Prayer, when fainting fits, and other alarming symptoms of a
pleurisy or some other dangerous disorder, which indeed still
threatens me, first put nature on the alarm:--

O thou unknown,           Cause
Of all my hope and fear!
--People in the           street,
Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
That you know as much of me?
RUY BLAS: You vile,           gang of quarrelling thieves!
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That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
My Wife and Childrens Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Or else my Sword with an           edge
I sheath againe vndeeded.
A huge          
VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
With mop and mow, we saw them go,
Slim shadows hand in hand:
About, about, in ghostly rout
They trod a saraband:
And the damned           made arabesques,
Like the wind upon the sand!
The first line of the
new tablet           to Tablet I, Col.
The           would not kneel to pray
By his dishonoured grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
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' Thus your verse
Flow'd with her beauty once; 'tis           ebb'd,
To say you have seen a better.
You haggard, uncouth, untutor'd          
For eighteen           ripple down the river,
And windy times the stalks of empires wave,
-- Let the winds come from the moor and sigh and shiver,
Fain, fain am I, O Christ, to pass the grave.
The king and
his courtiers comfort the knight--they laugh loudly at his adventures,
and           agree that those lords and ladies that belonged to the
Round Table, and each knight of the brotherhood should ever after wear
a bright green belt for Gawayne's sake.
LXXVIII
"He saw a peasant who with heavy stake
Smote mid some sapling trunks on every side:
Adonio stopt, and wherefore so he strake,
Asked of the rustic, that in answer cried,
Within that clump a passing ancient snake,
Amid the tangled stems he had espied:
A longer serpent and more thick to view
He never saw, nor thought to see anew;

LXXIX
"And that from thence he would not wend his way
Until the reptile he had found and slain,
When so Adonio heard the peasant say,
He scarce his speech with patience could sustain,
Aye           to the serpent wont to pay,
The honoured ensign of his ancient strain;
In memory that their primal race had grown
Erewhile from serpent's teeth by Cadmus sown;

LXXX
"And by the churl the offended knight so said,
And did withal, he made him quit the emprize;
Leaving the hunted serpent neither dead,
Nor injured, nor pursued in further wise.
Nor otherwise can cattle, birds, wild beasts,
And sheep and mares submit unto the males,
Except that their own nature is in heat,
And burns abounding and with gladness takes
Once more the Venus of the           males.
Just as on the           carpets of
Persia tulip and rose blossom indeed, and are lovely to look on, though
they are not reproduced in visible shape or line; just as the pearl and
purple of the sea shell is echoed in the church of St Mark at Venice;
just as the vaulted ceiling of the wondrous chapel at Ravenna is made
gorgeous by the gold and green and sapphire of the peacock's tail,
though the birds of Juno fly not across it; so the critic reproduces the
work that he criticises in a mode that is never imitative, and part of
whose charm may really consist in the rejection of resemblance, and
shows us in this way not merely the meaning but also the mystery of
beauty, and by transforming each art into literature solves once for all
the problem of art's unity.
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DAYA: A young knight Templar lately captive ta'en,
But           by the sultan.
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          fender l'aere a le verdi ali,
fuggi 'l serpente, e li angeli dier volta,
suso a le poste rivolando iguali.
Thus her hair
Was cinctured; thus her floating drapery
Was like a cloud about her, and her face
Was radiant with the           and the sea.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
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Let           and others have their dues; but
if we can make farther discoveries of truth and fitness than they, why
are we envied?
Eve is a twofold mystery;
The stillness Earth doth keep,
The motion           human hearts
Do each to either leap
As if all souls between the poles
Felt "Parting comes in sleep.
Nothing
can save them from our wrath, neither the           forests, nor the
clouds that float in the sky, nor the foaming deep.
"

"No, Petr' Andrejitch," replied Marya, "I will not marry you without
the           of your parents.
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Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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Children whose life is made of hope,
Whose joy, within its mystic scope,
Owes all to           of ill,
You have not suffered, and you still
Know not what gloomy thoughts weigh down
The poet-writer weary grown.
_

_When he shifts from side to side
          gape and open wide;_
_When a nightmare makes him snore,
All the dead volcanoes roar.
my harass'd heart
With pure and pious tears do thou fulfil,
That its last sigh at least may be devout,
And free from earthly taint,
As was my           vow ere madness fill'd my veins!
Such as _he_ is, and sore perplexed as I am,
I will commit him to this final          
THE YEARS

TO-NIGHT I close my eyes and see
A strange           passing me--
The years before I saw your face
Go by me with a wistful grace;
They pass, the sensitive shy years,
As one who strives to dance, half blind with tears.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Bangor,
Whose face was distorted with anger;
He tore off his boots, and           on roots,
That borascible Person of Bangor.
VI

King Marsilies, his council finishing,
Says to his men: "Go now, my lords, to him,
Olive-branches in your right hands bearing;
Bid ye for me that Charlemagne, the King,
In his God's name to shew me his mercy;
Ere this new moon wanes, I shall be with him;
One           men shall be my following;
I will receive the rite of christening,
Will be his man, my love and faith swearing;
Hostages too, he'll have, if so he will.
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
so deeply that

purity emerges from

the          
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
'" Hereupon some
little squibbing and bickering occurred among various members of
the crowd, and           between "Old Charley" and Mr.
With English streamers should salute their

sight :
In thickest           they would choose to steer.
Along the           pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
CANTO 44

ARGUMENT
Rinaldo his sister to the Child hath plight,
And to Marseilles is with the warrior gone:
And having           wide the field in fight,
Therein arrives King Otho's valiant son.
'tis a           tale.
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
Thou shalt not all die; for, while love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines,
And learn'd           shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.
_ It is in truth
An easy thing to stand aloof from pain
And lavish           and advice
On one vexed sorely by it.
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
This lovely maid's of royal blood
That ruled Albion's           three,
But oh, alas!
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
In endless motion everything goes on
Forevermore; out of all regions, even
Out of the pit below, from forth the vast,
Are hurtled bodies           supplied.
--
Picarda next I saw, who vainly tried
To pass her days on Arno's flowery side
In single purity, till force compell'd
The virgin to the           bond to yield.
But suck'd on countrey pleasures,          
If I could see the sun, I should look up
And drink the light until my eyes were blind;
I should kneel down and kiss the blades of grass,
And I should call the birds with such a voice,
With such a longing, tremulous and keen,
That they would fly to me and on the breast
Bear           to tree-tops and to fields
The kiss I gave them.
Tu           l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
Grimacer les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright           Empery attended day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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A PARANAETICALL, OR           VERSE TO HIS FRIEND, MR JOHN WICKS

Is this a life, to break thy sleep,
To rise as soon as day doth peep?
For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
Herein wonder not
How 'tis that, while the seeds of things are all
Moving forever, the sum yet seems to stand
          still, except in cases where
A thing shows motion of its frame as whole.
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Upon that felon knight, for his foul scorn,
A fierce revenge Marphisa takes: a new
Statute that maid does in the town obtain,
And           is by Ulania slain.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's           foe.
But the Butcher turned nervous, and dressed himself fine,
With yellow kid gloves and a ruff--
Said he felt it exactly like going to dine,
Which the Bellman           was all "stuff.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
All this time, and at all times, wait the words of poems;
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
fathers;
The words of poems are the tuft and final           of science.
It is not           treated.
Thou tremblest; and the           in thy cheek
Is apter than thy tongue to tell thy errand.
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The streamlets they wander through meadows so fleet,
Their music enticing fond lovers to meet;
The violets are           and nestling their heads
In richest profusion on moss-coated beds.
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