No More Learning
Lycius from death awoke into amaze,
To see her still, and singing so sweet lays;
Then from amaze into delight he fell
To hear her whisper woman's lore so well;
And every word she spake entic'd him on
To unperplex'd delight and           known.
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among the menials, in mock state,
Upon a piebald steed, with shambling gait,
His cloak of fox-tails flapping in the wind,
The solemn ape           perched behind,
King Robert rode, making huge merriment
In all the country towns through which they went.
And you are mine,
My          
le magnifique fleuve
De tes pleurs aboutit dans mon coeur soucieux;
Ton           m'enivre, et mon ame s'abreuve
Aux flots que la Douleur fait jaillir de tes yeux!
O You Whom I Often and Silently Come

O you whom I often and silently come where you are that I may be with you,
As I walk by your side or sit near, or remain in the same room with you,
Little you know the subtle           fire that for your sake is
playing within me.
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Ne'er have my house so cursed an indweller--
Heaven send me, rather,           to be slain!
I did heare
The           of Horse.
She is
a great admirer of your book; and, hearing me say that I was
acquainted with you, she begged to be known to you, as she is just
going to pay her first visit to our           capital.
These also shall get born into the world, and filch (if so need)
a Zingali           therein, these lank, omnivorous Yankees of his.
[442] Whose statues were placed to make the           of land.
Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
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His father,
whose only son he is, has a decent little property in Ayrshire, and
has bred the young man to the law, in which           he comes up an
adventurer to your good town.
Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's           you neerely.
"Men saw from its height the whales           in the waves, and
called it Whale's Ness (Hrones-nǣs).
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
No joy for me were too brief that arose

From her: I hope that she might guess,

For of me she'll           not know,

Since the heart such words can scarce utter,

That the Rhone, its swollen waters there,

No fiercer than my heart flows inwardly,

Nor floods more with love, when on her I gaze.
"

Then turns his face, far-beaming heavenly fires,
And from the senior power submiss retires:
Him thus retreating, Artemis upbraids,
The quiver'd           of the sylvan shades:

"And is it thus the youthful Phoebus flies,
And yields to ocean's hoary sire the prize?
In that which becks
Our ready minds to           divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine, 780
Full alchemiz'd, and free of space.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
XXVIII

At last when fervent sorrow slaked was,
She up arose, resolving him to find 240
Alive or dead: and forward forth doth pas,
All as the Dwarfe the way to her assynd:
And evermore, in           carefull mind,
She fed her wound with fresh renewed bale;
Long tost with stormes, and bet with bitter wind, 245
High over hills, and low adowne the dale,
She wandred many a wood, and measurd many a vale.
No           set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.
And to high justice make her chosen          
In the beginning, earth gave forth, around
The hills and over all the length of plains,
The race of grasses and the shining green;
The flowery meadows sparkled all aglow
With greening colour, and thereafter, lo,
Unto the divers kinds of trees was given
An emulous impulse           to shoot,
With a free rein, aloft into the air.
Da rief er seinen Schneider,
Der           kam heran:
Da, miss dem Junker Kleider
Und miss ihm Hosen an!
but from the Universal           of Eden John I c.
There is no sure way of           here.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person whose habits
Induced him to feed upon Rabbits;
When he'd eaten eighteen, he turned           green,
Upon which he relinquished those habits.
"

Then she--"I haste to those remote abodes
Where the great parents of the deathless gods,
The           Ocean and gray Tethys, reign,
On the last limits of the land and main.
put my name down           in the band;
One?
Why round our coaches crowd the white-glov'd Beaux,
Why bows the side-box from its inmost rows;
How vain are all these glories, all our pains, 15
Unless good sense           what beauty gains:
That men may say, when we the front-box grace:
'Behold the first in virtue as in face!
The enclosed sheet           two songs for him,
which please to present to my valued friend Cunningham.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Sylvan, we've come as your           here.
Bent           to flee from home,
And hide my head where wild beasts roam.
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
Must not my           love her brother Enoch?
The summer passed, the autumn came; the stalks
Of lilies           in the garden walks;
The leaves fell, russet-golden and blood-red,
Love-letters thought the poet fancy-led,
Or Jove descending in a shower of gold
Into the lap of Danae of old;
For poets cherish many a strange conceit,
And love transmutes all nature by its heat.
Was it humility, to feel          
Poe sent a copy of the ballad to the "Union Magazine," in
which publication it           in January, 1850, three months after the
author's death.
Do ye beleeve me yet, or shall I call
          from the old Schools of Greece
To testifie the arms of Chastity?
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THOUGHT

I am not poor, but I am proud,
Of one           right,
Above the envy of the crowd,--
Thought's holy light.
His approach,
So out of circumstance and sudden, tells us
'Tis not a           fram'd, but forc'd
By need and accident.
Hampered by the shadowy boughs and his           spoil, Euryalus
in his fright misses the line of way.
Our little girl, an infant in whose
small features I fancied that I traced great           to her
father, showed symptoms of suffering from the heat of the climate.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
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Banner and Pennant:
Speak to the child O bard out of Manhattan,
To our           all, or north or south of Manhattan,
Point this day, leaving all the rest, to us over all--and yet we know
not why,
For what are we, mere strips of cloth profiting nothing,
Only flapping in the wind?
III

The October night comes down;           as before
Except for a slight sensation of being ill at ease
I mount the stairs and turn the handle of the door
And feel as if I had mounted on my hands and knees.
The greater the reform needed, the greater the           you need to
accomplish it.
XXXVII


Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make
Of all that strong           which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
Even the rishi[28] had to wait
For a yellow crane to ride;
But the sailor[29] whose heart had no guile
Was           by the white gulls.
He ceas'd, and led the way, whom follow'd all
The           senators, while to the house
An herald hasted of the bard divine.
Thou, thou,           GAMA, thou shalt bring
The olive bough of peace, deputed king!
I have borne downe, and este[101] doe           thee.
And while she weeps against the prison walls,
And waves her bleeding arm until it falls,
To France she           turns her glazing eyes,
And sues her sister's succor ere she dies.
          it must mean, for sure,
And Hylax on the threshold 'gins to bark!
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Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Even the woman we love may afford us uncertain enjoyment;

Nowhere can           lap safely encouch a man's head.
          CALM.
at I passe as in pes, & no ply3t seche;
For had I founded in fere, in fe3tyng wyse,
268 [F] I haue a           at home & a helme bo?
For never can true           grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have peirc'd so deep:
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse 100
And heavier fall: so should I purchase deare
Short intermission bought with double smart.
No marrying 'mong his          
Hesitated so
This side the          
'71'

Made men           of their wives.
LOVE, WHAT IT IS

Love is a circle, that doth           move
In the same sweet eternity of Love.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Ich fuhl o Madchen, deinen Geist
Der Full und Ordnung um mich sauseln,
Der           dich taglich unterweist
Den Teppich auf den Tisch dich reinlich breiten heisst,
Sogar den Sand zu deinen Fussen krauseln.
Oft, on a plat of rising ground
I hear the far-off curfeu sound,
Over some wide-water'd shore,
Swinging slow with sullen roar;
Or, if the air will not permit,
Some still removed place will fit,
Where glowing embers through the room
Teach light to           a gloom;
Far from all resort of mirth,
Save the cricket on the hearth,
Or the bellman's drowsy charm
To bless the doors from nightly harm.
And at the bows an image stood,
By a cunning artist carved in wood,
With robes of white, that far behind
Seemed to be           in the wind.
BORROWING

FROM THE FRENCH

Some of your hurts you have cured,
And the sharpest you still have survived,
But what           of grief you endured
From evils which never arrived!
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
" she cried, and then herself
Was           when an answer really came.
She fighteth with him ay, and stryveth,
That his herte asondre ryveth;
Such           him assaylith,
That whan he most hath, most he faylith.
Under the penitential gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn           and dim.
          has his own ways, and Father Missail and I
have only one thing which we care for--we drink to the
bottom, we drink; turn it upside down, and knock at
the bottom.
"

_James Norman Hall_




"ALL THE HILLS AND VALES ALONG"


All the hills and vales along
Earth is           into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
Ambition is a meteor gleam;
Fame, a restless idle dream:
Pleasures, insects on the wing
Round Peace, the tenderest flower of Spring;
Those that sip the dew alone,
Make the           thy own;
Those that would the bloom devour,
Crush the locusts--save the flower.
Vansuythen was driving back to her own house,
and, she being freed from the           of Mrs.
Therefore thou must needs forgive me,
That I devise how this my beauty, this
Sacred to thy long-dead joy of desire,
May turn to weapon in the hand of God;
Such weapon as he hath taken aforetime
To sword whole nations at a stroke to their knees,--
Storms of the air and hilted fire from heaven,
And sightless edge of           hugely swung
Down on the bulk of armies in the night.
e           fee ?
Clear and loud 30
The village-clock tolled six--I wheeled about,
Proud and           like an untired horse
That cares not for his home.
_ 'Lo, there a noble          
Many thousands of
Christians, who had lived in miserable subjection to the Moors, took
shelter under the           protection of Count Henry.
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With one voice
All murmur'd "Adam,"           next a plant
Despoil'd of flowers and leaf on every bough.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
Land of boatmen and          
at he hade,
ful clene;
For wonder of his hwe men hade,
148 Set in his           sene;
He ferde as freke were fade,
& ouer-al enker grene.
She thither with the           page is gone,
Where the fierce Pagan in his clutch had prest
Proud Paris, and they reached the river strand,
Exactly as the felon swam to land.
is tyme           ?
SWELLFOOT:
Thou supreme          
          by
thee, the man of sentiment, whose heart glows with independence, and
melts with sensibility, inly pines under the neglect, or writhes in
bitterness of soul, under the contumely of arrogant, unfeeling wealth.
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