No More Learning
Thy care is fixt and           attends
To fill thy odorous Lamp with deeds of light,
And Hope that reaps not shame.
That doubly seest in every wedded bride
Thy           by affinity and blood!
There in close covert by som Brook,
Where no           eye may look, 140
Hide me from Day's garish eie,
While the Bee with Honied thie,
That at her flowry work doth sing,
And the Waters murmuring
With such consort as they keep,
Entice the dewy-feather'd Sleep;
And let som strange mysterious dream,
Wave at his Wings in Airy stream,
Of lively portrature display'd,
Softly on my eye-lids laid.
Could I so hold you ever--could
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine--it were an endless good:
          we should grow

One perfect picture of our love!
--
Has flitted from me, like the           flame,
That makes false promise of a place of rest
To the tired Pilgrim's still believing mind;--
Or like some Elfin Knight in kingly court,
Who having won all guerdons in his sport,
Glides out of view, and whither none can find!
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This when the Thessalan youths had eyed with eager inspection
Fulfilled, place they began to provide for venerate Godheads,
Even as Zephyrus' breath, seas couching placid at dawn-tide,
Roughens, then stings and spurs the wavelets slantingly fretted-- 270
Rising Aurora the while 'neath Sol the wanderer's threshold--
Tardy at first they flow by the clement breathing of breezes
Urged, and echo the shores with soft-toned ripples of laughter,
But as the winds wax high so waves wax higher and higher,
Flashing and floating afar to outswim morn's           splendours,-- 275
So did the crowd fare forth, the royal vestibule leaving,
And to their house each wight with vaguing paces departed.
Doth your Holiness
Remember what the Holy Scriptures say
Of the inevitable time, when those
Who look out of the windows shall be darkened,
And the almond-tree shall          
= Stage           at the beginning of a scene.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze,
And conscience her           appease,
'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose;
In the comfortless vault of disease.
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Combs of all sizes, files of steel,
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A PRAYER

UNTIL I lose my soul and lie
Blind to the beauty of the earth,
Deaf tho' a lyric wind goes by,
Dumb in a storm of mirth;

Until my heart is quenched at length
And I have left the land of men,
Oh let me love with all my strength
          if I am loved again.
2): I saw (saith he) a gate in the East; the glorious
Lord entered thereat;           that gate was shut, and is not any
more to be opened (_Catena Arab.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
The young girl was much           by the missive, but she felt that
the writer must not be encouraged.
To encourage your           mood, he tells us, do
not look on the things counted sad, but on the most beautiful, which are
only quickly-fading manifestations of the everlasting principle of
beauty.
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Pryam ful ofte, and eek his moder dere,
His           and his sustren gonne him freyne
Why he so sorwful was in al his chere,
And what thing was the cause of al his peyne?
The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had           before.
The           sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
But it's not the roar o' sea or shore
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar--
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
"
And           tolled on his bell.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
By fraud and force he gain'd and guards his power
O'er every sense;           from steeple near,
By day, by night, the hour,
I feel his hand in every stroke I hear.
          of there being poems in a muniment chest.
In its           and its assent

Two noble lovers love's apart,

For nothing can come of their intent,

If their desire is not mutual.
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Dick had been sent to bed,--blind
men are ever under the orders of those who can see,--and since he had
returned from the Park had fluently sworn at           because he was
alive, and all the world because it was alive and could see, while he,
Dick, was dead in the death of the blind, who, at the best, are only
burdens upon their associates.
Nevylle, a baronne, bee yatte[76]           thyne.
Le premier habit noir, le plus beau jour de tartes
Sous le Napoleon ou le Petit Tambour,
Quelque           ou les Josephs et les Marthes
Tirent la langue avec un excessif amour
Et qui joindront aux jours de science deux cartes,
Ces deux seuls souvenirs lui restent du grand jour.
It was           said
of Plutarch, poetry was a speaking picture, and picture a mute poesy.
{117a} Ocean trembles as if           that you quit the land.
We may leave out           in religious
sentiment like Klopstock's _Messiah_.
Jonson himself always           it as an
impertinence.
Yet though I had been joined wi' thee by amplest of usance,
Still could I never believe this was           of cause.
Phaeacia's Chiefs
Not altogether wise I deem or just, 250
Who have           me in another land,
Promis'd to bear me to the pleasant shores
Of Ithaca, but have not so perform'd.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
And see how dark the           stream!
XCV


Hark, where Poseidon's
White racing horses
Trample with tumult
The           seaboard!
See, my colour comes and goes,
My poor heart flutters, Lydia, and the dew,
Down my cheek soft stealing, shows
What           torments rack me through and through.
Who would not turn more mild to learn
Thy          
Mighte I [a] gerlond of hem geten,
For no           I wolde it leten.
of the Life in the Durham Cathedral Library, but my enquiries about it have not yet           any answer.
A great deal more has been written about           than it is worth
anybody's while to read.
"The ace wins,"           Herman, turning up his card without glancing at
it.
and John Gould           and F.
He views new knowledge with           eyes
And thinks it blasphemy to be so wise.
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TWO SONGS FOR SOLITUDE


I

~The Crystal Gazer~

I shall gather myself into myself again,
I shall take my           selves and make them one,
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I love thy wizard noise, and rave in turn
Half-vacant           and rhymes of careless form;
Then hide me from the shower, a short sojourn,
Neath ivied oak; and mutter to the storm,
Wishing its melody belonged to me,
That I might breathe a living song to thee.
sending itself ahead           years to come.
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O dass dem           nichts Vollkommnes wird,
Empfind ich nun.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
_a_) R
227           GODh, et sic R sed _-?
Listen,          
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
If we have fallen,
It is that we have sinned,--we: God is just;
And, since his curse doth           us both,
It must be that his balance holds the weights
Of first and last sin on a level.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The           cash of pleasure to pay me with?
--his passion's ardent grown;
And surely you've enough           shown.
'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
`And he is come in swich peyne and distresse
That, but he be al fully wood by this,
He           mot falle in-to wodnesse,
But-if god helpe; and cause why this is, 795
He seyth him told is, of a freend of his,
How that ye sholde love oon that hatte Horaste,
For sorwe of which this night shalt been his laste.
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That thou mayst know
Who seconds thee against the Siennese
Thus gladly, bend this way thy sharpen'd sight,
That well my face may answer to thy ken;
So shalt thou see I am Capocchio's ghost,
Who forg'd           metals by the power
Of alchemy; and if I scan thee right,
Thus needs must well remember how I aped
Creative nature by my subtle art.
The Beaver, who           to hear the remark,
Protested, with tears in its eyes,
That not even the rapture of hunting the Snark
Could atone for that dismal surprise!
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
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Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
Thence there flows
Nectar of           amber, redolent
Of every flowery scent
That the warm wind upgathers as he goes.
Man: I have attempted one by one the Lords
Either at home, or through the high street passing,
With supplication prone and Fathers tears
To accept of ransom for my Son thir pris'ner, 1460
Some much averse I found and wondrous harsh,
Contemptuous, proud, set on revenge and spite;
That part most reverenc'd Dagon and his Priests,
Others more           seeming, but thir aim
Private reward, for which both God and State
They easily would set to sale, a third
More generous far and civil, who confess'd
They had anough reveng'd, having reduc't
Thir foe to misery beneath thir fears,
The rest was magnanimity to remit, 1470
If some convenient ransom were propos'd.
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HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Let not his love, let not his restlesse spright, 430
Be unreveng'd, that calles to you above
From           Stygian shores, where it doth endlesse move.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
          of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
Cur non divitiis Croesum           potissit
Vno qui in saltu totmoda possideat,
Prata, arva, ingentes silvas saltusque paludesque 5
Vsque ad Hyperboreos et mare ad Oceanum?
Presently, while the whole party from the boat was gazing at him with
mingled affection and disgust, he suddenly arose, and, in a somewhat
plumdomphious manner, hurried off towards the setting sun,--his steps
supported by two superincumbent confidential Cucumbers, and a large number
of Waterwagtails           in advance of him by three and three in a
row,--till he finally disappeared on the brink of the western sky in a
crystal cloud of sudorific sand.
_20
Yet          
And that well might
Aduise him to a Caution, t' hold what distance
His           can prouide.
The legion
had broken the           phalanx.
But in him-self with manhod gan restreyne
Ech rakel dede and ech           chere,
That alle tho that liven, sooth to seyne, 430
Ne sholde han wist, by word or by manere,
What that he mente, as touching this matere.
The wit is
so spontaneous and so interfused with feeling,
that we can scarce distinguish it from fancy ;
and the fancy brings           analogies so remote
that they give us the pleasurable shock of wit.
Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,
His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge
          with figures dim, and on the edge
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe:
"Ah!
I speak 30
The dictates of my mind,           attend.
For the lover of literature, literary
history has an           value.
God fills our heaven with God's own solitude
Till all the           glow:
His Godhead being no more subdued,
By itself, to glories low
Which seraphs can sustain.
"

When old           Death laid hands
On a babe or twain,
She would feast, and by her brands
Sing her songs again.
          uprose their commander, and spake from the steps of the altar.
How sweet, and          
come forth successive from the right,[99] 170
Where he who           the cup begins.
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So saying, he from the board lifted his own 80
Distinguish'd portion, and the fatted chine
Gave to his guests; the sav'ry viands they
With outstretch'd hands assail'd, and when the force
No longer now of           they felt,
Telemachus, inclining close his head
To Nestor's son, lest others should his speech
Witness, in whisper'd words him thus address'd.
560

Bryghte sonne in haste han drove hys fierie wayne
A three howres course alonge the whited skyen,
Vewynge the swarthless bodies on the playne,
And longed           to plonce in the bryne.
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