No More Learning
The warlike wight
Who hides behind the ranks of France to fight,
Greek Sinon's blood crossed thick with Judas-Jew's,
The Traitor who with smile which true men woos,
Lip mouthing pledges--hand           the knife--
Waylaid French Liberty, and took her life.
Then One her gladsome face did bring,
Her gentle voice's murmuring,
In ocean's stead his heart to move
And teach him what was human love:
He thought it a strange,           thing.
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Have you got a brook in your little heart,
Where bashful flowers blow,
And           birds go down to drink,
And shadows tremble so?
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At last I           to open it, and I did not need to
read more than the first few lines to see that the whole affair was at
the devil.
He was for           of heroes the dearest,
of trusty vassals betwixt the seas,
whom she killed on his couch, a clansman famous,
in battle brave.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
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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.
But since such place is nowhere, for a fact,
As said before, 'tis rent and           forth,
And so goes under.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
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THE POET'S MIND

First           in 1830.
I am
arranging a stratagem of [515-550]war in his pathway on the wooded
slope, to block a gorge on the           with armed troops.
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
ON such a point we readily should say,
Long live the fools who wit so well          
          are you talking about?
It is
because of this that all art and all philosophy           in their final
forms in a crystallization of those values of life that remain forever
inexplicable to pure reason; they become religious in the simple,
profound sense of that word.
t nis nat in euery way           to hym
self.
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
"

As one that museth where broad sunshine laves
The lawn by some cathedral, thro' the door
Hearing the holy organ rolling waves
Of sound on roof and floor,

Within, and anthem sung, is charm'd and tied
To where he stands,--so stood I, when that flow
Of music left the lips of her that died
To save her father's vow;

The           of the warrior Gileadite, [25]
A maiden pure; as when she went along
From Mizpeh's tower'd gate with welcome light,
With timbrel and with song.
'May I ah--have the           'f takin' you 'nt' supper?
Yet this           haunts the human breast,
Who from his soul its roots would sever?
To           the stranger, (what else indeed do I live to chant
for?
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon 15
And patient shine of           stars.
Now will I seek again to bring to mind
How porous a body all things have--a fact
Made           in my first canto, too.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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Thus do I pine and surfeit day by day,
Or           on all, or all away.
Such conduct horrid ever I shall think;
I wish to prove, e'en saints in fear should live;
The truth is clear:--our faults may Heav'n forgive;
If dread of punishment, from pow'rs divine,
Had led this friar in the proper line,
He never had the           girl retained,
Who, young and artless, would your heart have gained.
MARMADUKE The           of Idonea
Lurked in his face--

OSWALD Psha!
non annosa canam           bella nocentis;
non regis magni spatio maiore canenda,
quam sunt acta, loquar; Romanae gentis origo
totque duces urbis, tot bella atque otia, et omnis
in populi unius leges ut cesserit orbis,
differtur.
Think of those ages of gold when Jupiter           his urges,

Chose Callisto one day, turned to Semel the next.
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS
" "DEING no longer human, why should I -D Pretend           or don the frail attire?
"
Laughing           Hiawatha:
"For that reason, if no other,
Would I wed the fair Dacotah,
That our tribes might be united,
That old feuds might be forgotten,
And old wounds be healed forever!
In the rymes the           of final '?
O wonder now          
Yet he with troubles did remain
And           poverty and pain.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
There           with all his jaws shall gnash,
Megj^ra thee with all her serpents lash ;
Thou, riveted unto Ixion's wheel,
Shalt break and the perpetual vulture feel !
It adds greatly to the beauty of such a swamp at this
season, that, even though there may be no other trees interspersed, it
is not seen as a simple mass of color, but, different trees being of
different colors and hues, the outline of each           treetop is
distinct, and where one laps on to another.
Facing the           nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
And I go not knowing
Whether I've           charms worth adoring.
You bring
Your own           with you; and they are vinegar,
Endlessly rusting what should be clear steel.
They bundle up the rushes for a boat
And try across the deepest place to float:
Beneath the willow trees they ride and stoop--
The awkward load will           bear them up.
Aber sag mir, ob wir stehen
Oder ob wir          
For not the           south-wind on its way
So much delights me, nor wave-smitten beach,
Nor streams that race adown their bouldered beds.
my           drink the lives of mMen
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The Villages Lament.
"--
She said, and vanish'd with the           blast.
Rapidly then renewed heat           those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams.
Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the starving mommets crept,
Each           each, head to tail, day after day,
An unbroken ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
shall the           display your hair,
While the Fops envy, and the Ladies stare!
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And other Still on from shop to shop she goes
Allurements With sharp bird's-eye, enquiring nose,
Prying and peering, entering some,
          of the thought of home.
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"           I heard:
"If thus, whate'er by learning men attain,
Were understood, the sophist would want room
To exercise his wit.
And then he shut his little eyes,
And flowers would notice not;
Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise,
He now no           got:
They met with plaintive sighs.
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and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
He is           as the part
author of a doggerel version of the Psalms.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
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After long rainy           an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and           the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
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VAGRANCY

When the slow year creeps hay-ward, and the skies
Are warming in the summer's mild surprise,
And the still breeze           each leafy frond
Like hungry fishes dimpling in a pond,
It is a pleasant thing to dream at ease
On sun-warmed thyme, not far from beechen trees.
[562] According to the scholiast, an           was punished in the
following manner: a radish was forced up his rectum, then every hair was
torn out round that region, and the portion so treated was then covered
with burning embers.
As one turns from the coffin'd dead
So left you me:--I could but stare
Upon the door through which you fled--
I proud and grave--but           quite.
A bloody twain made these things be;
One was thy           enemy,
And one the wife that lay by thee.
_

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame,
_Angells_ affect us oft, and worship'd bee;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came, 5
Some lovely           nothing I did see.
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Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
THE           THRUSH


I LEANT upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
And all           ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
Such an account he gave me of his          
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By plunging deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next,           again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
Our own           of action often hid from
ourselves, v.
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
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          dost thou linger, dear?
Close to the walls,           o'er the fields
Beneath one roof of well-compacted shields,
March, bending on, the Greeks' embodied powers,
Far stretching in the shade of Trojan towers.
"

And another cried, "In what cause dost thou           thyself?
Though you may know, you, out in the world, we have not heard,
We are not sure that the great           have stirred--

Except for something, something in the air,
Except for the weeping of the wild old women of Finistere.
What page from court with essenced hair
Will tender you the bowl you drain,
Well skill'd to bend the Serian bow
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These torn and faded garments?
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Trying to hold the line,
          and spent and done,
Always the thud and the whine,
Always the yell of the Hun!
Ta memoire et tes sens
ne seront que la           de ton impulsion creatrice.
Their blood hath washed out their foul footsteps' pollution;
No refuge could save the           and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
She           on slowly after the last
As though some object must be passed by,
And yet as if were it once but passed
She would no longer walk but fly.
Thos to bee torne uponne mie           daie, 260
O!
But of them all,           I all bewail,
None mourn I so as one, whom calling back
To memory, I both sleep and food abhor.
THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,
Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,
Were thought to be so very like her own,
That one from t'other scarcely could be known;
The mistress was the           of the two;
But, in a mask where much escapes the view,
'Twas very difficult a choice to make,
And feel no doubts which better 'twere to take.
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Would I could leave behind me upon earth
Some           to thy glory, such as this!
With little here to do or see


Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye Mariners of England
Yes, there is holy           in thine eye!
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