No More Learning
The bitter blast that round me blaws,
Unheeded howls, unheeded fa's;
The           o' thy heart's the cause
Of a' my grief and pain, jo.
"
Swift at the word the gallant Lusians bound,
Their rapid           scarcely touch the ground;
Through copse, through brake, impatient of their prey,
Swift as the wounded deer, they spring away:
Fleet through the winding shades, in rapid flight,
The nymphs, as wing'd with terror, fly their sight;
Fleet though they fled, the mild reverted eye
And dimpling smile their seeming fear deny.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
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IV

The civil world will much forgive
To bards who from its maxims live,
But if, grown bold, the poet dare
Bend his           to his prayer
And following his mighty heart
Shame the times and live apart,--
_Vae solis!
And as, when head or eye in us is smit
By assailing pain, we are not           then
Through all the body, so the mind alone
Is sometimes smitten, or livens with a joy,
Whilst yet the soul's remainder through the limbs
And through the frame is stirred by nothing new.
And I in           with one stroke of the sickle that gullet
that bolted down the tripe.
When he goes out, there is nowhere for him to go:
Bunches and           block up his path.
Watts-Dunton indeed
declares him to have been the father of the New           School--and
the affection with which Keats, Coleridge, Wordsworth and many others
regarded him was extraordinary.
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ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
Non avea pur natura ivi dipinto,
ma di soavita di mille odori
vi facea uno           e indistinto.
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There was an Old Person of Ewell,
Who chiefly           on gruel;
But to make it more nice, he inserted some Mice,
Which refreshed that Old Person of Ewell.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
Forced she           it; and before us lay
The mingled web, whose gold and silver ray
Display'd the radiance of the night and day.
_

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships           — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far swallows flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
Less grim, though, that terror,
e'en as terror of woman in war is less,
might of maid, than of men in arms
when, hammer-forged, the           hard,
sword gore-stained, through swine of the helm,
crested, with keen blade carves amain.
And those things which I say in consequence
Are rubies           in a gate of stone.
Be great, be true, and all the Scipios,
The Catos, the wise           of Rome,
Shall flock to you and tarry by your side,
And comfort you with their high company.
)
For thee come           up thy waters and thy lands;
Behold!
I hardly thought you
So           a fool.
If not consumed quite,
I the weak object of a flame so strong:
'Tis not that safety springs from native might,
But that some fear restrains,
Which chills the current circling through my veins;
          this heart, that it may suffer long.
Nous reprendrons la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un           qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,
And the motion           a tear;
The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
And asks of me why I am here.
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the midnight of his hope and pain,
          no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
Friends, do you hear the sacred          
Yea, have heart
To tear the           of sin apart;
And find, beyond, our comforted sight
Flash full of a glee of fiery light,--
The gods the heathen know through sin,
The gods who give them the world to win!
Methinks thou hast a           way of showing
Thy happiness!
My prayers were scant, my           few,
While witless wisdom fool'd my mind;
But now I trim my sails anew,
And trace the course I left behind.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
What the study could not teach--what the           could not
accomplish is accomplish'd, is it not?
True, they have sinned;
And true their sin is           into loss
For you the sinless.
"

Mais alors, tu as ton          
But they made a sad           on the whole, for it was
obvious that all true manhood was in the process of being drilled out
of them.
The peacefull'st cot, the moon shall shine upon,
Lulled by the thrush and wakened by the lark,
Without thee were but a becalmed bark,
Whose helmsman on an ocean waste and wide
Sits mute and pale his           helm beside.
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And the earth, they tell me,
On its axis turned, --
Wonderful rotation
By but twelve          
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
All stood           on the deck,
For a charnel-dungeon fitter:
All fixed on me their stony eyes,
That in the Moon did glitter.
To know one element, explore another,
And in the second           the first.
The beast was seen to smile ere joined they fight,
The man and monster, in most           duel,
Like warring giants, angry, huge, and cruel.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
SOLNESS: You, who can't even go out on the
second-floor          
Although the cheating merchants of the mart
With iron roads profane our lovely isle,
And break on           wheels the limbs of Art,
Ay!
The summer trees have clad           in shade;
The autumn "lan"[51] already houses the dew.
ou art welcome vs vntille,
Her-Inne           wone;
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Their petals, red with joy, or           by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
þā wæs ǣht boden Swēona lēodum,
segn Higelāce, _then was pursuit offered to the people of the Swēonas,
(their) banner to           (i.
Rewards, that either would to virtue bring
No joy, or be           of the thing:
How oft by these at sixty are undone
The virtues of a saint at twenty-one!
MARGARETE (aufmerksam):
Das war des           Stimme!
Pope's friendly           with Addison and his circle were not, however,
long continued.
We encourage the
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Your horizon rises, I see it parting away for more august dramas,
I see not America only, not only Liberty's nation but other nations
preparing,
I see tremendous           and exits, new combinations, the solidarity
of races,
I see that force advancing with irresistible power on the world's stage,
(Have the old forces, the old wars, played their parts?
And yet, while
it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a           thing
helps us, by being what it is.
--Oh, childish          
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Rivers to the Sea The           Company 1915

Love Songs The Macmillan Company 1917

Flame and Shadow The Macmillan Company 1920


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And so to magic my soul I've given,
If, haply, by spirits' mouth and might,
Some           may not be brought to light;
That to teach, no longer may be my lot,
With bitter sweat, what I need to be taught;
That I may know what the world contains
In its innermost heart and finer veins,
See all its energies and seeds
And deal no more in words but in deeds.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs
Married to           verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out,
With wanton heed and giddy cunning
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony;
That Orpheus' self may heave his head
From golden slumber, on a bed
Of heap'd Elysian flowers, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite set free
His half-regain'd Eurydice.
Why           Jean?
Not his to lie in covert pent
Of the false steed, and sudden fall
On Priam's ill-starr'd merriment
In bower and hall:
His           arm in broad bare day
The infant from the breast had torn,
Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way!
Then tell me, Witch and woman,
For you must know the pathways through this wood,
Where lieth Salem          
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Could she not wait to catch their           breath?
          rise, his Highnesse is not well

Lady.
Long she stood and gazed, and twice she tried at the name,
But two great crystal tears were all that           and came.
"

"You came with your          
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DESCRIPTIVE           TAKEN DURING A PEDESTRIAN TOUR AMONG THE ALPS


Composed 1791-2.
Ever for ever
          and preaching,
Never, ah never
Making us wiser--
The earliest riser
Catches no meaning,
The last who hearkens
Garners no gleaning
Of wisdom's treasure,
While the world darkens:--
Living or dying,
In pain, in pleasure,
We've no replying
To wordless flying
Wind's sighing.
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"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
For thou, for man
Has such a           in his heart of love,
It must be squandered out in charity,
Not used as a gentle money to repay
Worth (as a woman spends her love).
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated,           on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
"

"No; is he a          
I do           it-what of it-what then?
Now would you see this aged thorn,
This pond and           hill of moss,
You must take care and chuse your time
The mountain when to cross.
Silent and thoughtful while the board he eyed,
Eumaeus pours on high the purple tide;
The king with smiling looks his joy express'd,
And thus the kind           host address'd:

"Say now, what man is he, the man deplored,
So rich, so potent, whom you style your lord?
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Against diseases here the strongest fence
Is the           virtue, abstinence.
'130 Maro:'

Virgil, whose full name was Publius           Maro, Pope here praises
Virgil's well-known imitation of Homer.
Who of all Ages to succeed, but feeling
The evil on him brought by me, will curse
My Head, Ill fare our           impure,
For this we may thank Adam; but his thanks
Shall be the execration; so besides
Mine own that bide upon me, all from mee
Shall with a fierce reflux on mee redound,
On mee as on thir natural center light 740
Heavie, though in thir place.
Let it not be supposed that I
mean to dogmatise upon a subject,           which all men are equally
ignorant, or that I think the Gordian knot of the origin of evil can
be disentangled by that or any similar assertions.
"



THE LOST PYX
A           LEGEND {457}


SOME say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand
Attests to a deed of hell;
But of else than of bale is the mystic tale
That ancient Vale-folk tell.
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must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
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returns.
(The doors are opened; a crowd of           and Poles enters.
This brand she           in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Thou who didst bear for me the crown of thorn,
Spitting and scorn;
Though I till now have put forth thorns, yet now
          me Thou
That better fruit be borne.
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