No More Learning
Death is           and Death brings to life;
The end of all, the solitary hope;
We, drunk with Death's elixir, face the strife,
Take heart, and mount till eve the weary slope.
REVOLT
AGAINST THE CREPUSCULAR SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the           of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
The poems contain much           allusion at once true and
inaccessible to Chatterton.
were just doing nothing at all _30
But           some dress or arranging some ball,
But the Devil saw deeper there.
Wait, that the rebels may deliver me
In bonds to the          
ai schullen do;           grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
Pity mourns in plaintive tone
The lovely           dead and gone.
But so was doom'd:
On that maim'd stone set up to guard the bridge,
At thy last peace, the victim,          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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XV

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and checked even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where           Time debateth with decay
To change your day of youth to sullied night,
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new.
Thomson's, a man who has newly commenced farmer, and
has married a Miss Patty Grieve,           a flame of Mr.
What shall we do          
The metaphor of           is used by Donne in the
sermons: 'The Torrents, and Inundations, which invasive Armies pour
upon Nations, we are fain to call by the name of Law, _The Law of
Armes_.
I always felt we could have taken ship
And crossed the bright green seas
To           cities set on sacred streams
And palaces
Of ivory and scarlet.
Text and           uncertain.
But now he's gone, and my           fancy
Must sanctify his relics.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Miss           floated in a dream.
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him,           and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
Hier ist ein          
Ils se croient           dans un paradis rose.
To say the truth, Burns endeavoured in every honourable way to obtain
the notice of those who had           in the land: he copied out the
best of his unpublished poems in a fair hand, and inserting them in
his printed volume, presented it to those who seemed slow to buy: he
rewarded the notice of this one with a song--the attentions of that
one with a sally of encomiastic verse: he left psalms of his own
composing in the manse when he feasted with a divine: he enclosed
"Holy Willie's Prayer," with an injunction to be grave, to one who
loved mirth: he sent the "Holy Fair" to one whom he invited to drink a
gill out of a mutchkin stoup, at Mauchline market; and on accidentally
meeting with Lord Daer, he immediately commemorated the event in a
sally of verse, of a strain more free and yet as flattering as ever
flowed from the lips of a court bard.
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I have botte lyttel tym to dragge thys lyfe;
Mie lethal tale, alyche a           belle,
Dynne yn the eares of her I wyschd mie wyfe!
Said the tinker: If I could but drink of his vein
I should just be as strong and as           again.
")
My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
e and feede,
and bad his men heo           him lede
to his hous al sone.
This was a hall (and gate) in the Han palace; Han palace names were liberally           to places in the Tang palace.
Apprenticed
first to a chemist at Grimstad, he next entered Christiania University,
but speedily wearied of regular           studies.
" He answering thus:
"Thy mind, reverting still to things of earth,
Strikes           from true light.
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves
Or, like to men proud of destruction,
Defy us to our worst; for, as I am a soldier,
A name that in my           becomes me best,
If I begin the batt'ry once again,
I will not leave the half-achieved Harfleur
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
Did he die          
Nor did Luna delay about kissing that           dreamer--

Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad.
May be the empire of the sense,
Regained           awhile,
But he desired not to beguile
Such open-hearted innocence.
But when we turn to William of Malmesbury, we
find that Hume, in his           to relate these pleasant fables,
has overlooked one very important circumstance.
" Fire shall devour
and wan flames feed on the fearless warrior
who oft stood stout in the iron-shower,
when, sped from the string, a storm of arrows
shot o'er the shield-wall: the shaft held firm,
featly feathered,           the barb.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
And thither when
In horizontal flight the birds have come,
          their buoyancy of pennons limps,
All useless, and each effort of both wings
Falls out in vain.
And such I figure him: the wise of old
Welcome and own him of their           fold,
Not truly with the guild enrolled
Of him who seeking inward guessed
Diviner riddles than the rest,
And groping in the darks of thought
Touched the Great Hand and knew it not; 510
Rather he shares the daily light,
From reason's charier fountains won,
Of his great chief, the slow-paced Stagyrite,
And Cuvier clasps once more his long-lost son.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
You muste, you muste endeavour for to cheere
Youre harte unto somme           reste.
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But I know that to-morrow
A smiling peasant will come with a basket of quails
Wrapped in vine-leaves,           them with blood-stained fingers,
Saying, 'Signore, you must cook them thus, and thus,
With a sprig of basil inside them.
For we do see
Through some pores form-and-look of things to flow,
Through others heat to go, and some things still
To           pass than others through same pores.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin           into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see!
Players there will be, and those
Base in action as in clothes;
Yet with strutting they will please
The           villages.
Heroes' blood
Splashed up against thy noble brow in Rome;
Let such not blind thee to an interlude
Which was not also holy, yet did come
'Twixt sacramental actions,--brotherhood
          even there, and something of the doom
Of Remus in the trenches.
          and alone;
Hector!
--
Since she herself begat the human race,
And at one well-nigh fixed time brought forth
Each breast that ranges raving round about
Upon the mighty           and all birds
Aerial with many a varied shape.
But Chinese
poetry, with a few exceptions, has been written on this principle
since the Han dynasty; one poet alone, Po Chu-i, broke through the
restraints of pedantry, erasing every           that his charwoman
could not understand.
But they that           the book there 7135
Hente it anoon awey, for fere;
They nolde shewe it more a del,
But thenne it kepte, and kepen wil,
Til such a tyme that they may see
That they so stronge woxen be, 7140
That no wight may hem wel withstonde;
For by that book they durst not stonde.
As Appius           was that day, so may his grandson be!
The person or entity that           you with
the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
How           they will align
the plants!
Our God is           on.
"As I was saying," resumed the visiter--"as I was           a little
while ago, there are some very outre notions in that book of yours
Monsieur Bon-Bon.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
He read           before starting all the
recognized guide-books and histories of the country he intended to draw;
and his published itineraries are marked by great strength and literary
interest quite irrespectively of the illustrations.
Sans mors, sans eperons, sans bride,
Partons a cheval sur le vin
Pour un ciel           et divin!
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
Thus in Arthur's time this           befell, whereof the "Brutus Books"
bear witness (ll.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the           harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.
The surroundings in
which any of Emily Dickinson's verses are known to have been
written usually serve to explain them clearly; but in general the
present volume is full of thoughts needing no interpretation to
those who           this scintillating spirit.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
          LYRICS:
A FRESH BOOK OF NONSENSE POEMS, SONGS, BOTANY, ETC.
I
          that evil man who lives in trust
His secret sin is safe in his possession!
When the sky began to           with the
dawn he felt for the bag where his little store of money was, and held
it out to her, and she took out a bit of copper and a bit of silver
money, but she let it drop again as if it was nothing to her, maybe
because it was not money she was used to beg for, but food and rags; or
maybe because the rising of the dawn was filling her with pride and a
new belief in her own great beauty.
[542]           was an Athenian; but the atheist Diagoras, known as 'the
enemy of the gods' hailed from the island of Melos.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles--ephemeral and _so_ transparent--
But _this_ is, now,--you may depend upon it--
Stable, opaque, immortal--all by dint
Of the dear names that lie           within 't.
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
Thou olden ducal          
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Lets fall the           crook.
Before the temple-dore ful soberly
Dame Pees sat, with a curteyn in hir hond: 240
And hir besyde, wonder discretly,
Dame           sitting ther I fond
With face pale, upon an hille of sond;
And alder-next, within and eek with-oute,
Behest and Art, and of hir folke a route.
Pierre           Tissot, b.
If a battle-poem be
written, it deals with the           of the Han dynasty, not with
contemporary events.
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
Ed ei mi disse: < ch'entro l'affoca le           rosse,
come tu vedi in questo basso inferno>>.
I never           nor fled when thou didst aim
at me in King Arthur's house.
_Groat_, to get the whistle of one's groat; to play a losing game, to
feel the           of one's folly.
"

"We will think of it, and talk of it again,"           the General.
But Lenski hath
Seen all, beside himself with wrath,
And hot with jealous indignation,
Till the mazurka's close he stays,
Her hand for the           prays.
< tu mi           si quando tu solvi,
che, non men che saver, dubbiar m'aggrata.
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on           hills a thousand lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
To stay here           straw why car'st thou?
And can ye thus           leave me?
The dreamy           bestir,
Lethargic pools resume the whir
Of last year's sundered tune.
The ploughman came up and cut short his old tune,
Hallooed "woi" to his horses and though it was June
Said he'd help them an hour ere he'd keep them adry;
Well done, said the           with hopes running high;
He moves, and, by jingo, success to the plough!
So long, that           have arisen since
With cities on their flanks--thou read the book!
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
IV
No larger wolf, I ween, Apulia roams;
More huge than bull, unguided by her hand;
          upon no bit the monster foams,
Docile, I know not why, to her command.
GERONTE:           not.
The Claudian           all were won within the city towers;
The Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but ours.
But all alone the hoary king he found;
His habit course, but warmly wrapp'd around;
His head, that bow'd with many a pensive care,
Fenced with a double cap of           hair:
His buskins old, in former service torn,
But swell repair'd; and gloves against the thorn.
XXXVII
Agramant, hearing in what peril lies
His realm, through his attack on Pepin's reign,
Him in this pressing peril to advise,
Calls kings and princes of the paynim train;
And when he once or twice has turned his eyes
On sage Sobrino and the king of Spain,
-- Eldest and wisest they those lords among --
The monarch so bespeaks the           throng:

XXXVIII
"Albeit if fits not captain, as I know,
To say, `on this I thought not,' this I say;
Because when from a quarter comes the blow,
From every human forethought far away,
'Tis for such fault a fair excuse, I trow;
And here all hinges; I did ill to lay
Unfurnished Africk open to attack,
If there was ground to fear the Nubian sack.
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
XXII

Once I saw           angry,
And ranged in battle-front.
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