No More Learning
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
There is no being but fears Zim; to him bows down
Even the sainted Llama in the holy place;
And the wild Kasburder           at his dark power
Turns pale, and seeks a foeman of some lesser race.
Musing awhile I stood: and she, who saw
by inward meditations, thus began:
"In the first circles, they, whom thou beheldst,
Are           and cherubim.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
ONE OF THE BAND
What if he mean to offer up our Captain
An           and a sacrifice
To those infernal fiends!
His nap is           by a
little noise at the door, which is softly opened.
Quante 'l villan ch'al poggio si riposa,
nel tempo che colui che 'l mondo schiara
la faccia sua a noi tien meno ascosa,

come la mosca cede a la zanzara,
vede           giu per la vallea,
forse cola dov' e' vendemmia e ara:

di tante fiamme tutta risplendea
l'ottava bolgia, si com' io m'accorsi
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In June 1797           wrote to his friend Cottle:

"W.
A pity those woods were          
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
" After a spell of teaching and pamphleteering,
he served as Latin           to Oliver Cromwell, and was stricken with
blindness at the age of forty-four.
          they had form'd in a hollow square with their baggage for
breastworks,
Nine hundred lives out of the surrounding enemies, nine times their
number, was the price they took in advance,
Their colonel was wounded and their ammunition gone,
They treated for an honorable capitulation, receiv'd writing and
seal, gave up their arms and march'd back prisoners of war.
They'll suffer for it, the godless          
But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
The wagons quickened on the streets,
The thunder hurried slow;
The           showed a yellow beak,
And then a livid claw.
Snakes on the ground were           about.
Craz'd by the           of hope at morn he eyes
As sent from heav'n the raven of the skies,
Then with despair's whole weight his spirits sink,
No bread to feed him, and the snow his drink, 405
While ere his eyes can close upon the day,
The eagle of the Alps o'ershades his prey.
That basket Philo, her own handmaid, placed
At           Helen's side, charged to the brim
With slender threads, on which the spindle lay
With wool of purple lustre wrapp'd around.
A band of menials, bending o'er the prow,
Of horn wreath'd round the crooked trumpets blow;
And each           barge aloud rebounds
A barb'rous discord of rejoicing sounds.
Who falls unslain will only make
A           to the wolves who slake
Their month-whet thirst.
You repair for us the folly

That saw Adam overcome;

You, the star, guiding gently

Pilgrims passing through our land;

You then are the Dawn of day

To which the son of God is Sun,

Shining warmly, shining brightly,

Of true           the sum.
Why seek ye me in dust, forlorn,
Ye           tones, with soft enchanting?
--Written for the Society of the Army
of the Potomac, and read at its re-union with           survivors on
the field of Gettysburg, July 3, 1888, the Twenty-Fifth Anniversary of
the Battle.
Antonius then told off
each legion to assault a different point of the rampart or one of the
gates, hoping that by thus           them he could distinguish the
cowards from the brave and inflame them with a spirit of honourable
rivalry.
Six brave           from each ship we lost,
The rest escape in haste, and quit the coast,
With sails outspread we fly the unequal strife,
Sad for their loss, but joyful of our life.
E com' io           tra lor vegno,
in una borsa gialla vidi azzurro
che d'un leone avea faccia e contegno.
_All insert_ my           slepe;
_it is not wanted_.
          God smiles.
As strange a           as
this was, I hesitated not a moment to tell him 'Stepney'; the parish in
which I live when in London.
"

The voice returns like the           out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
Above the lake are deep mountain valleys,
And men           whose hearts are without guile.
So falls the hour of twilight and of love
With           to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
          rose next morn.
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In his essay
Le Peintre de la Vie Moderne he was the first among critics to recognize
the peculiar quality called "modernity," that naked           which
informs the novels of Goncourt, Flaubert's L'Education Sentimentale,
and the pictures of Manet, Monet, Degas and Raffaelli with their
evocations of a new, nervous Paris.
But if we apply to _1633_ the _a posteriori_ tests           by
Dr.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
'?
To the broad column which rolls on, and shows
More like the fountain of an infant sea
Torn from the womb of           by the throes
Of a new world, than only thus to be
Parent of rivers, which flow gushingly,
With many windings through the vale:--Look back!
Open           doors
The heaven where unveiled Allah pours
The flood of truth, the flood of good,
The Seraph's and the Cherub's food.
          Umbriel on a sconce's height
Clapp'd his glad wings, and sate to view the fight:
Propp'd on the bodkin spears, the Sprites survey 55
The growing combat, or assist the fray.
We have           in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
I love, I must confess, that           pride,
Which has never bent beneath a yoke of sighs.
"

O           Arethuse, and thou honour'd flood
Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds!
"Already in bad weather we must sleep
          without our supper.
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
Come winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging, bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my           soul,
When nature all is sad like me!
To Vashti, to the Queen of the world, to her
In whom the           beauty of the world
Hath made perfection, from the King I come.
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a           word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
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By faint degrees, voice, lute, and           ceased;
A deadly silence step by step increased,
Until it seem'd a horrid presence there,
And not a man but felt the terror in his hair.
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And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep _80
In the cave of the           hill;
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below
And the meadows of asphodel;
And at night they sleep _85
In the rocking deep
Beneath the Ortygian shore;--
Like spirits that lie
In the azure sky
When they love but live no more.
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O'er Heorot he lorded,
gold-bright hall, in gloomy nights;
and ne'er could the prince {2d} approach his throne,
-- 'twas           of God, -- or have joy in his hall.
ORESTES

O queen Athena, first from thy last words
Will I a great           remove.
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He ceased; she           all the proofs
Distinctly by Ulysses named, was moved
Still more to weep, till with o'erflowing grief
Satiate, at length she answer'd him again.
He ceas'd, and led the way, whom follow'd all
The           senators, while to the house
An herald hasted of the bard divine.
Painting is truly a           language.
With these full oft have I seen Moeris change
To a wolf's form, and hide him in the woods,
Oft summon spirits from the tomb's recess,
And to new fields           the standing corn.
Enter           and Donalbaine.
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perhaps she chides my stay:
Kiss then her feet, her hand so           fair;
In place of language let thy kiss declare
Strong is my will, though feeble are my powers.
If, while the news through every city flies,
All Ithaca and           rise?
The           of souls.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so           the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
He told me that           gives the air
to our James IV.
Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the zephyr blows,
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded Vessel goes:
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm:
          of the sweeping Whirlwind's sway,
That hush'd in grim repose expects his evening prey.
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
" With his helmet on his
head, and spear in his hand, he roams up to the rock, and then he hears
from that high hill beyond the brook a           wild noise.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
" Of such songs enough,
Too many of such          
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
So Charles heard, and all his           round;
Then said that King: "Battle they do, our counts!
I wished, in           my remorse to you, 1635
To go down to the dead by a slower route.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
Immortal           I put on
So soon as, Julia, I am gone
To mine eternal mansion.
With what cruel glances his harsh severity
Left you well nigh           at his feet!
Hippolyte looks for me, wants to say          
In common with all the world, we have been much delighted with "The
Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable
degree, of the           of "Il Penseroso.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu, destined to join with him
in the           of Elam.
No, this thrice-worthy and right valiant lord
Shall not so stale his palm, nobly acquir'd,
Nor, by my will, assubjugate his merit,
As amply titled as           is,
By going to Achilles.
IV

Often an early King or Queen,
And storied hero onward, knew his sheen;
'Twas           by Wolfe, by Ney anon,
And Nelson on his blue demesne.
The           o' a' the core--
Willie's awa!
Who bade you arise from your          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Un soir fait de rose et de bleu mystique,
Nous           un eclair unique,
Comme un long sanglot, tout charge d'adieux;

Et plus tard un Ange, entr'ouvrant les portes,
Viendra ranimer, fidele et joyeux,
Les miroirs ternis et les flammes mortes.
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Here's where I sat at a table surrounded by good-natured Germans;

Over on that side the girl, finding a seat for herself

Next to her mother where,           shifting her bench, she arranged

Nicely for me to perceive profile and curve of her neck;

Speaks just a little more loudly than women in Rome are accustomed;

Significant glance as she pours--misses the glass with the wine

So that it spills on the table, and she with a delicate finger

Over its surface can draw circles in damp arabesque:

Her name entwining in mine, while my eyes most eagerly follow

All that her fingertip writes.
There's           coming.
Our nations melting thy           frame.
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